It used to be sooo easy choosing my favorite child. Whoever slept the most, pooped the least, made the littlest noise and/or mess was guaranteed to have top status for the day.
Now they are growing up and I am finding that suddenly I am the mother of four darling, hardworking, independent, fun and funny children.
Which one should be my favorite?
Please help me decide...
Should it be the darling 7 year old who gets up early Sunday morning to fix scrambled eggs and peanut butter toast for her little brothers so her parents and older bro can catch a few extra winks?
Or the four-year-old who has finally embraced his BIG BOY status and will now independently fasten his own shoes, take himself to the bathroom and pour his own milk?
How about the third-grader who was chosen to play in a select "recorder band" for the Spring Concert and who completed his first at-home babysitting job last night?
And don't forget...the family monkey who climbs walls, refrigerators and swingsets for fun. He has the biggest grin and most contagious giggle!
Tough choice, huh?