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Bye bye baby, hello small person. Streak of greased lightening. Smiling laundry-assassin. 

Farewell peaceful cups of tea and newspaper-reading with gainfully occupied four and seven-year-olds. 

I had a visit today from a favourite blogging friend, and we talked without stopping for about three hours while continually extracting Ivy from danger. As we were briefly inside the house looking out the window, we spotted this small person balancing on the arm of my just-vacated chair, and attempting to get over the balcony rail.

I'm shedding years, I tell you. 

Just as well she's so darn beautiful. 

And has a divine giggle. 

And is the happiest of my three so far. Life is a riot. If she's lucky she can manage three baths in a day. Today there was a 5.30am bath after an early morning bottle of milk came back up for some unknown reason. I thought she might be terribly sick, but no. Casualties were the carpet, our handmade handwash wedding quilt, and my clean washing over the end of the bed. Eww. Darnit. Then another bath after a morning play at the beach. And then one tonight to minimise the damage of the pumpkin soup for dinner. Should have put her in in her clothes. Let's hope that's it for today.

She says 'puppy' and 'Mummy' and 'sit down'. 

She happily travels long distances in the backpack, between pig yard and chook yard and front gate and dog walks. 

She can spot a choc chip biscuit from a mile away and loves a shop-bought Corn Thin. 

And without this blog I have no doubt that I would remember precisely nothing of her first sixteen months to this moment. 

For the written record, my gorgeous small person, we cherish and adore you.

Now please get down off the lamp. 

xxx

11 Comments on “cherished third

Suze
November 7, 2011 at 9:18 pm

Ah yes, the third. I was blessed with a blonde haired, blue eyed third. I now dye my hair blonde to hide the grey he has given me. And, yes, he also has a smile and a cuddle that makes me forget every naughty moment and heart stopping adventure. He even has Miss First and Mr Second wrapped around his finger. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Enjoy your thirds people.

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Ange
November 7, 2011 at 9:35 pm

Ahh the third… mine I must admit is, and always has been, an angel. My fourth on the other hand…oh my goodness. Out of control!

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Bee Girl
November 7, 2011 at 10:10 pm

What a sweet, beautiful gift she is! Enjoy every moment!

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Maria
November 7, 2011 at 10:18 pm

I understand loosing years with the youngest. I have 3 year old twins, while on the phone this morning I had to stop mid conversation and stop the daredevil of the two from using the broom handle as a bridge across a couple of chairs. You really do need eyes everywhere.

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bennoss
November 7, 2011 at 11:06 pm
SB
November 8, 2011 at 6:20 am

3rds… I wonder if they come like that (rascally, cheeky and slightly crazy) to make sure we don’t forget them in the rush?

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Nin
November 8, 2011 at 8:06 am

Ah, love the no 3, completely loose, always trying to keep up with his brothers. Another trip to hospital last week for a spot of glue (literally) to seal his head back together, then there he was busting a move on top of the slide only a few hours later! My job is to get him to 21………..alive!!!!!

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Erica Demiri
November 8, 2011 at 1:08 pm

Gorgeous

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Julie
November 8, 2011 at 8:38 pm

I am a 3rd! Out of us four kidlets, I was the most responsible! However, for a nickel they talked me into drinking mud coffee, doing a balancing act on the barn beams 30 feet above the barn floor, and of course, I was also the one swaying way up in our backyard tree on the lookout for tornados!

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Kerrie
November 8, 2011 at 9:17 pm

Sounds like my day! My Ivy ( who happens to be 17 months) hears the phrase ” You will be the death of me!” at least 5 times a day. Oh and she had three baths / showers today!

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Charley
November 10, 2011 at 7:23 am

Same age as my second :). Character in bags 🙂 Having just move dinto a new two story house with dnagerous balconies and all manner of new hazards to explore, I have shaved another 5 years offf my life (in addition to the 5 that were accounted for by the recent house move!)

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