Almost everyone tells me that three kids were their hardest. So far, two was mine. Three has been much easier because the two oldest can play together. Kilynn is constantly hovering over Ezra and you will never find a time when she doesn't want to hold him. This was true when Margie was a baby as well, but it was more worrisome then because she was too young to control herself and treated Margie like a rag doll. This time around, I trust her a lot more and she can help out every now and then by holding Ezra when I need to get something done.
Margie on the other hand didn't seem to notice that Ezra existed until a couple weeks ago. All of a sudden she has decided to fight for Ezra any time Kilynn has him. If I lay Ezra down she is immediately in his face and loving him to pieces. Luckily she doesn't love him to pieces quite as literally as Kilynn loved her to pieces when she was a baby.
I think this picture says it all:
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| "Mama Save Me! She's got me again!" |
2 comments:
That picture is hilarious!! I agree- two was hardest and it's all up-hill from there. It's amazing how much help a four year old can be, isn't it? Ezra is getting so big!
Love it ivy too cute now you can't say I haven't checked it out... Very fun
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