Our 3rd child… her name is Andi, has been… well… not as easy as the other two.
She cries more, whines more, makes mommy and daddy wine more, throws more fits, yells no more, bangs her head against the wall more, sleeps through the night less, dislikes food more… all in all she is just a little(lot) more difficult than the 2 other girls. (I might just be delusional and have an early case of mykidisgrownupandidontrememberhowhardparentingis syndrome. Like I just don’t remember that my first was this challenging, but because I’m in the midst of it with my 3rd she seems like the omen… could be that.)
Regardless of what dysfunctional state of mind I am in… my 3rd kid is not in an easy stage of life.
So the other day our darling little 3rd born angel was being difficult. My wife was getting a little grouchy and I could tell she needed some help… with something (husband of the year stuff right there).
I asked my wife what she needed me to do and she sternly said,
“I need you to solve Andi’s freaking problem!”
So I found some peanut butter and gave her spoon full which stopped the crying for a few minutes.
Bam! Dad of the year stuff!
I’m just kidding about the peanut butter.