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The fourth child...

This blog post is a blatant steal from the fabulous Kate at Picklebums post from today...

In this family, you know you're a fourth when...

  • You're big brother hands you a lolly/piece of chocolate/thickshake/Coke! and neither mum or dad even blink an eye...
  • You fall off a chair and bump your head and no one comes running (sad but true) unless you scream blue murder.
  • You've heard "1, 2, 3, 4... Ok, everyone's here" so often that other people think you're a precocious counter when you mimick it...
  • Mum and Dad don't creep into bed silently or complain about you taking up all the bed like they did with your brothers, but spend far too much time in the wee hours lamenting at how soon it'll be before you want your own bed - and you have to slap them to remind them YOU'RE TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!
  • Mum doesn't carry you in a sling or backpack because her shoulder has gone bung from carrying your second and third brothers into their third years of life.
  • You don't answer to one name, but four - usually called out as a medley...
  • You cheerfully wave mum off at the door and wouldn't know seperation anxiety if it dropped on you from on high because you're never without an adoring entourage of entertainment.
  • You already know how to play hide and seek (properly) when you're 10 months old...
  • You have the patience of a saint and the scream of a banshee and know just when each talent is applicable.
  • You were 'in arms' and your feet didn't touch the ground for the first 13 months of your life but your mum claims she held you the least of all her babies.
  • When your feet finally DID touch the ground, you RAN to keep up with your big brothers - you were between 1 and 3 months older than any of them when they took their first step.
  • No one can ever remember how old you are, everyone swears you were just born yesterday and shouldn't be able to walk yet (and you're turning two in 3 months)!
  • Silence wakes you up.
  • Your best clothes are judged on whether they're a 2nd, 3rd, or 4th pass me down and how 'practically new' they still look!
  • When you do something AMAZING it's not because it's the first time you've done it, but because three other people didn't actually do it before you!
  • Most of your photos are taken on mum's iPhone because she's too busy to drag the DSLR around with her everywhere...

Comments

katef said…
ah the food thing... that happens for our third, can't imagine how early Quatro will be introduced to all the junk his sisters didn't eat until they were like five! LOL

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