The 3rd Child

We like to say if we had started with our third, there might not be three.  There might be one.  Like a lot of families with three kids we have the first born that is total type A.  Follows the rules (well most) and is an over achiever.  The middle one that is the laid back happy-go-lucky one, and the third one.  The crazy one.  Our third child would climb onto the dining room table and hang from the chandelier before he could even walk.  He is known for his crazy antics and demanding ways.

Last weekend Andy decided to seal the driveway.  He had the whole thing taped off and the kids and dogs were told to stay off.  As Cole and I were leaving to go to a friends house he made a bee-line for the driveway.  I told him not to walk on it.  He was still plowing full speed ahead so I started yelling for him to stop. “Don’t walk on the driveway!”.  Before I had finished my sentence he had lifted the caution tape and was making a run for it.  Of course he didn’t get far before he slipped in the black tar and did a face plant.  I froze.  My neighbor, Kitty Jo- remember her? She was weeding in her front yard and she looked up and me and said, “oh Elisa.  Ohhhhh Elisa!” while trying really hard not to laugh.  I leaned over and tried to retrieve Cole without having to walk across the driveway and also trying to avoid having him touch my white sweater.  He was black- head to toe.

Fortunately that stuff washes off with warm water and soap.  I cleaned him up and we headed out again and wouldn’t you know he tried to do it again!  This time I was faster and I caught him.

My in-laws would say he comes by it honestly, my husband (a third child) tried to saw the dog in half when he was a kid.  He now claims he wasn’t really going to do it.  Fortunately he was caught before he did any damage.

Now a reminder

Tomorrow is the last day to get your orders in if you want them under your Christmas tree.