The first 2 were perfect..well almost!

You would think that the first child would be the more challenging one because you don't know what to expect. Not true! Sure the first diaper, feeding and injury was a challenge but not the biggest challenge. The middle child had his quirks; ok they were more like grating on your nerves annoyances. He wouldn't sleep during the night all the way past 1 year; we burned out 2 copies of Norah Jones keeping him asleep. But still not the most challenging one! The Last Child!!! Now that one is the one your mother wished on you, the one that gives you all the health problems that would normally happen to fifty year olds, the one that exhaust you body, mind and spirit and the one that you cannot wait for school to start. Crying on her first day of school? HMPH! Yeah because of the peace that has fallen on your household and because it is time to pick her up!
Don't get me wrong I love my last child with every ounce of my being; because that is what it takes to change my mind into not giving her back! Out of all my endeavors in life The Last Child is my biggest challenge!