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Pretzel with a side of E. Coli

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Pretzel mischief

I wouldn’t have minded much if either of my first two kids took a liking to the toilet. The only humans using it in our house at the time always remembered to flush and close the lid and close the door to keep the baby out. So when Larkin decided her latest obsession would be the bowl of toilet water and the roll of paper beside it, I don’t think I was fully prepared for battle. After all, I have TWO older kids who are still trying to remember all the things they are supposed to do after using the bathroom. She gets into the trash.

And unrolls toilet paper.

And plays in toilet water.

I can’t take credit for this blog title— that was provided by a good friend and had me rolling with laughter. Are there emojis for blog writing? Because I need a mixture of laughing until I cry and straight up crying. When it was eerily silent in the house the other day, I finally found the little rascal in the bathroom joyfully dipping a pretzel into the toilet. While there was POOP FLOATING IN IT. I’ve never run so fast with a baby to the sink, followed by a lecture on the importance of flushing and closing the bathroom door.

Mom of the year!

Life with Two vs Three

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I wondered quite a bit how my life would be different once number three arrived. After all, I thought the transition from one kid to two was super easy, and actually easier than just having one! I’d read about three. Three = the most stressful number of kids (with four being the easiest… umm… no thanks). Three = you’re outnumbered. Three = what were you thinking?

Three = Larkin Mathilda, born on her due date (April 6th). 7lbs 13oz.

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  • I don’t feel suddenly outnumbered… because I’ve been out numbered for 2.5 years. When you’re home with them all day, you were outnumbered at #2.
  • NOISE. In addition to the sibling squabbles and never-ending talking, three adds crying to the mix.
  • There is a new reason to test the boundaries and call attention to oneself. Hence the four year old who insists on tattooing her face at quiet time (Check it out on Instagram @wildsunshineamanda).
  • It’s 3-o’clock somewhere, right? I am no longer ashamed to have a glass of wine at 3pm.
  • The days of sitting comfortably on the couch to nurse the baby are over. I am constantly nursing this child while walking around, cooking dinner, wiping bottoms, etc.

 

What didn’t change?

  • The “I need my poopy bottom wiped” request as soon as I sit down to nurse the baby.DSC_0385 copy Yeah, not much changed in that department.
  • Transit time to leave the house. Yup, you read that right. I remember vividly when #2 arrived, getting out of the house (and really into the car) took infinitely longer. While I maintain hope that child #1 and perhaps child #2 can get themselves into their own carseats with minor distraction, there are still old snacks to eat, books to discover, and seatbelts to play with as I try my hand at wrangling them. Conclusion: it takes the same amount of time it used to. I aim to pull out of the driveway within 45 minutes of heading to the car.

 

The HARDEST thing? With a 2.5 and 4.5 year old who have become obsessed with the pool on these humid 90 degree days, it breaks my heart to have to say no. We can’t always go to the pool or be there all day because the little one can’t get in and it’s just too dang hot. What’s a mama to do? We take advantage of cooler mornings and late afternoons and they’re still getting plenty of practice being little fish.

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