Life Would Be Easier Without My Youngest Child"What's your favorite animal?"
My 3-year-old asks, green eyes wide, blonde hair haloing her face.
"Giraffe?" I mumble. It's barely 6 AM.
"Me, too!" my daughter cries gaily. Then she grows serious. "I also love bunnies and hippos and those other ones with the big horns on their noses. What'rethosecalledMommy?"
I stumble into the kitchen to get breakfast ready. She stands beside me on a chair and makes "little eggs" in the flour with a teaspoon, bellows to her big brother and two big sisters, "PANCAKES ARE READY!" and then helps me do laundry by folding dishtowels into messy squares and squishing them into the drawer.
Before this little girl was born, I worried we were being greedy. My husband and I were already blessed with three healthy children, could we really be lucky enough to have a fourth?
I adore this child. She is good-humored, philosophical and bright. She has a question -- and an answer -- for everything. But sometimes, more often than it is safe to admit (and Read More »from Life Would Be Easier Without My Youngest Child