As these words came out of my mouth on Saturday morning, as we were getting ready to go to a party, I realised that my 13mo is totally and utterly on the receiving end of TCS (third child syndrome). The poor lad, I have a feeling it might be the bane of his life. His sisters would have never worn brand new clothes before they had been lovingly washed. In my defence, and I’m sure you’ll agree, he did totally rock his smart little outfit.
Here are some other signs that he suffers from TCS
He spent his first six months being carried everywhere in the sling and having boobs on tap, and the next six sleeping mostly in the marital bed. Even now he is fed back to sleep when he wakes up (numerous times every single night). All that matters is that it keeps him from screaming the house down and waking everyone else up. Not only does it disturb the girls, but our neighbour has stopped talking to us.
He wore all-in-ones until he was a year old, and now almost exclusively wears second and third hand clothes. Some of which some were his sisters – does it really matter that he’s wearing a pink babygro? No one else will see it anyway right? And never mind getting his feet measured at Clark’s, he can have our friends boys shoes that were barely worn, they look like the perfect size.
He is exceptionally accident prone, but when he falls over (yet again) I hardly even consider that he might have damaged himself. I just whip out the boobie and give him a little feed to cheer him up. We can worry about the huge bump later. His favourite thing to do at the moment is climbing up onto the toy kitchen, which as you can imagine has huge potential to end in tears!
We are so much more relaxed about the mess he makes when he eats. Seriously this kid would put most parents of a newborn off the idea of ever doing baby led weaning. He loves it though, and it makes him happy, so that’s a win in my books. Who cares if the kitchen walls and floor are constantly grubby, and the high chair is a health hazard?
Mummy is really busy now, with her blog and a book to sell, so when the girls aren’t around he’s usually either napping or encouraged to ‘play’. This of course means that he gets himself into as much mischief as he possibly can. They would have had activities and playdates to entertain them, the poor boy just has a roll of toilet paper.
I’m sure there are other signs of TCS, but my poor sleep deprived baby brain can’t remember them!
Does Your Kid Have TCS (Third Child Syndrome)? Share your stories in the comments section 🙂