Yes, She's the 3rd Child

A soon as Lilly can say it, I know she is going to be using this line a lot, "but I want to do it too."

She already gets so mad when her brothers are doing something she can't. It drives her crazy when they are on the top bunk and there she is, stuck on the floor. Or when they're at the table drawing, and I won't let her have a marker, crayon or colored pencil, (because she eats them) she sees red. There are going to be things they do and she can't because she's the youngest, and because she's a girl.

I know she's going to try to pee standing up. And I'm sure she'll be really mad that they don't have to wear a shirt and she does. Maybe I'll have to start making them wear pants to make things more even. I'm sure they'll get to go places she won't be allowed to go, cause that's just how it works. And she'll think it isn't fair.

But I have to tell you, there are some things about being the 3rd kid that aren't all that bad.

James never had a cupcake at age 1. He didn't know what candy was until well past 2. His life was much more sheltered and calm. Lilly runs free. Actually, she runs amok. I let a lot of things go. Oh, not the really important things. I make sure she's not going to get (too) hurt.

But if we're at a birthday party, and the Bubbas are having cupcakes, I let Lilly have one too. I've learned it's not that big of a deal.

Someday I'll have to remind her, that's just one of the great things about being the 3rd.

But, she probably won't believe me.