You know you are the fourth-born when:
* your pacifier hasn't been washed in a lengthy but uncertain amount of time and you are still alive!
* you don't know what a brush or comb is because your Mom just uses the "quick wet wipe approach" after you are already in the car seat and the van is in motion
* you keep noticing, in all the family photos, that what you thought were YOUR clothes are actually appearing from, oh, say 7 or 8 years ago.
* your diaper bag only contains the bare necessities like diapers, wipes and a little bag of cheerios - not like all the other kids your age who have a plethera of toys, blankets, changes of clothes, and a snack selection like a Wal-mart aisle.
* shoes are over-rated but when necessary they are usually sitting on my knee in the car seat until we arrive at our destination....then they are crammed on my feet while everyone else is jumping past, over, and on top of me to get out of the van.
* you can already kick or throw a ball almost as good as your older brothers - (you've spent enough time watching them do it over and over again) ***this is surely gonna be payoff of a scholarship in the future!
* you are really fast at the grab-a-toy-away-and-run approach...even tho your steps are wobbly and your giggles keep you from getting too far, you have, nonetheless, created the intended riot from snatching the lego or stealing the hot wheel
* if patient, you are bound to eventually find someone who forgets to close the bathroom door so you can capitalize on quick fishing in the toilet bowl - or swishing toys around - or putting socks in - which all drives your Mommy crazy (especially, for some reason, when the water is yellow) - but take note: its a great strategy for gaining an instant bath with lots of soap
* bedtimes prayers are a long lasting series of each brother wanting to hug you and crowd around your crib to pray with you and for you.
* you already know how to mimick shooting guns, smashing super heroes together and flying any object through the air.
* you know how to say "candy" before "mommy" and you somehow manage to find it in all kinds of hidden spots (thanks to older brothers); you realize you are not gonna have it for long in your tightly clinched little fist, so you have learned to just try and get a bit of sweet by sucking through the paper wrapping as fast as you can.
* you have been carried, dragged, or pulled in every shape or form by your brothers or their friends.
* you can climb a bunk bed ladder - but you can't climb down....that's what your loud voice is for, right?
* you have already noticed that it is a rather wild experience at the dinner table, so why not join in the fun and make it much more eventful by making your presence very known at all times.
* you become the object of many fights for who gets to play with you, sit beside you, bath with you, get you out of your crib, and on and on
* you receive more love and affection than anyone can almost stand...and you pretty much feel like a superstar all of the time!
Not a bad life at all to be the 4th!!
WELL SAID CARE!!
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