third baby blues

you may think, based on the title, that this post is going to be all about how sad i am that i've had my third baby and am now done having babies, especially since this one seems to be growing up 10,000x faster than his brothers did.

but you'd be wrong.  i won't be emotionally capable of writing that post for another 6 months or so (insert winky face here).

no, this post is just a brief observation of the hardships of being the third kid.

day 10|365.4:

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he wants to play with them.  so badly.  he watches their every move.  he has started reaching for them.  he cries when they walk away.  but all he can do is sit, quietly taking all of it in (and sometimes, not so quietly), so that one day he is ready.

i don't think i ever will be, but i'm looking forward to it just the same.

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