Three kids is the new two, right? And so now the fourth-born is the “extra” one, who lacks love and attention and tags along as the prime three enjoy the limelight.
In fact, I think my fourth-born has a pretty sweet life. He’s doted on by his three older siblings of course. But also, he has a mom who is better able to enjoy the toddler years because they pass, and who doesn’t measure herself based on the whims of a toddler. Baking with a two-year-old used to be a mandatory part of baby montessori homeschool expectations that I held myself to. I judged myself a failure if my kids were reluctant or made a mess.
All in a good morning’s work: