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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

the tales of the 3rd child


If my little Amelia wrote a book one day I would loving like the title to be Tales of the 3rd Child.  While for some that might sound negative, I say it with no other intention then being positive. With my boys (mostly because they were so close in age) we lived by a very strict schedule. I needed that to survive the day to day life. Nothing wrong with it...it's just how I chose to mother at that time. I think also the fact that I was young and wanted to do everything "right" played a huge part in the way our house was run. I always said that when I had a third I would try to be more laid back and do things differently.

And differently they have been done :)

I honestly didn't even have to put any effort in making sure they were different. Life with 2 boys in school, sports and after school activities just made the way I mothered a baby different. 



I remember when she was a week old strapping her on me in a carrier and taking her to an 8 p.m. baseball game. Moms came over to ask how old she was and gasped when I told them. I just smiled and said "she needs to get use to it now. This is our life." Every since then I have confidently totted her around to every baseball, soccer or basketball game. And I think she is better because of it and my boys have never felt they were pushed to the side because of her presence.



Amelia has never had a nap schedule, bedtime or any sort of routine when it comes to sleep. Come to think of it maybe that's why at 2 1/2 she still doesn't sleep through the night. Whoops ;) With the boys I let them cry it out until they learned how to sleep. They caught on fast and it was a pretty painless process. With her...whole different story. I think because she is most likely our last I just didn't have it in me to "train" her. I really didn't care (and still don't) that she doesn't sleep through the night. When she cries for me I go grab her and we snuggle together in bed. 

It's like heaven on earth.

I am so much more aware of how fleeting these moments are. Aiden is turning 9 this weekend. NINE. I can still vividly remember the day he was born, the day we came home, his 1st birthday, 2nd birthday...I have no idea where the time has gone. I literally blinked and am looking (almost in the eye) at a 9 year old boy. I want to treasure every.single.second I have with my children. 




So instead of worrying about naps, or how many vegetables she is eating, or how perfect her little outfit is or if she can count or know her numbers, I'm just enjoying her precious little life as imperfect yet perfect as it is.



I would seriously feel sorry for our 4th child if we ever had one ;) 

1 comments:

  1. Your such a good mama. All three of your babies are so lucky to have you

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