You know your baby is a 3rd child when.....
You give them everything under the sun to eat before 12 months old.
You don't even try putting on shoes before they can walk. What's the point?
You turn a blind eye when a friend slips your baby a piece of a cookie or a french fry. Why deprive them? (However...you don't turn a blind eye when they try to sneak them a lollipop-that's too crazy...even for you)
at 10 months old he loves peanut butter.
You don't panic leaving them alone in a room.
You don't child proof your house....they'll eventually figure out how to open it anyway.
You realize the quiet doesn't mean peace...it means poop or trouble....or maybe both.
You practically run away when you drop them off with a sitter.
Schedules? what schedules? it's all thrown out the window when you gotta pick up the older kids.
You don't feel the need to play with them every second. A little alone playtime is good for the soul. (theirs & yours)
You don't introduce foods slowly...you try it at the dinner table every night for entertainment.
Crying becomes white noise.
Practical items like toothbrushes and tupperware are toys rather than the new bright & shiny toys from the store.
You don't feel the need to dress them up when all they are gonna do is stay at home. Jammie days are good days. (for them & you)
They spend more time in the car seat than their own crib.
You don't care if other people reading this might think you are lazy and negligent...you know it's just truth.
You allow your baby to do things like this....and you think it's funny: