Last year when I was driving the kids to preschool, the morning radio hosts were talking about whether or not parents have a favorite child. They had asked people to call and weigh in on the topic. A lot of people called and admitted that they did have a favorite child and others said they didn't have a favorite child. I remember one caller saying, she did have a favorite and it was which ever child was the easiest. I have to say, I agree with her 100 percent.
I don't know if my parents have a favorite child or not. I assume they probably do, or did, and it may or may not be me and honestly, I don't care (I know they love me and that is all that matters). I have given them plenty of reasons to be their favorite (for example, put myself through college, have two sets of really cute twins, marry someone they can brag about, be self-sufficient, say "no" to drugs), but I have also given them plenty of reasons for me to not be their favorite (partying a lot in high school and college, getting arrested twice for under age drinking, crashing Dad's car into a pole and almost totaling it). My mom always said she didn't have a favorite, that she loved us both the same. That is what a nice mom should say. That is why I will lie and say I don't have a favorite if any of my children ask me if I have a favorite someday and honestly there are times when I don't have a favorite child at all.
Last year, at the time of the radio broadcast, my oldest daughter (and only daughter at the time) was my favorite, because her twin brother was a serious pain in the butt. I had just gotten done potty training him, which he had made a living hell, by holding his BMs for days at a time and turning into a miserable, crabby, child. Also, he was always in la la land, never listened, and always found himself getting into trouble.
The week before preschool started, he accidentally swallowed a glass stone from a fish tank and I had to take him to the doctor for an x-ray to figure out where it was. The doctor said she thought it would pass and if it didn't pass by Wednesday (a week and a day later) to bring him back in.
I had to check his poop every day for an entire week until that darn stone passed. Not fun at all. Of course my husband was traveling and couldn't help me with most of the searches. I was in my first trimester of my second twin pregnancy, so that didn't help matters either. Oh, the joys of motherhood.
Other things Bear has done, to earn the not favorite status include, shoving a raisin up his nose, when he was two years old, the one time my husband traveled that year (I ended up having to take Bear to urgent care to get it out), and knocking out his front tooth at the playground across the street two weeks after we moved from AL to VA, when he was 2 and a half years old. Again, my husband was traveling for work.
Monkey on the other hand, was sweet and a great listener and always willing to help pick up toys or do anything we asked her to do. She practically potty trained herself. Take the diaper off, put the undies on, two accidents, and potty trained. Loved that girl. Not that I didn't love Bear, I really, really did (still do). He is a really sweet, caring boy, and really adorable, he just wasn't my favorite at the time.
Fast forward to today. I still have a favorite and it is still the easiest child, but it is not the same child (sorry Monkey). Now it is my baby boy. Why? Let me tell you why the other three aren't.
I will start with Monkey. There are some really great things about Monkey. She is smart, loving, and listens most of the time, but lately she has been whiny and it drives me crazy. I don't know if someone at school is a whiner and she is picking up the habit, or if it is a phase, but it seems like it is non-stop lately. Therefore, she is not my favorite at the moment.
More on Bear, he recently went through a playing with his poop phase (Yes, that is right. I said "poop"). He kept getting it on his hands and not by accident (Disgusting. I know). Every time I asked him why he kept putting his hands in his poop he said, he didn't know. I asked him how it got on his hands and he said, he put his hand under his bottom and caught it (WHY?). The more he got in trouble for it, the more he did it. He especially liked to do it in the morning before school, when we were in a hurry, or at night when my husband was gone and I was trying to get 4 kids to bed on my own. It was infuriating. I would have to clean him up and then sanitize anything he may have touched and that just added more stress to my life. After trying everything to get him to stop the behavior, I finally decided to not let it upset me anymore. Now that he gets no reaction from us when he does it, he stopped doing it. Either that or he is better at not getting caught, but he is not very sneaky, so I am pretty sure he has stopped doing it.
Anyway, now the only issue he has is peeing his pants, which he started doing after the babies were born. I try not to get mad about it, because the more he gets punished for it or the more we get upset about it, the more he does it. We starting setting a timer for him or reminding him to go about every hour or so. If we forget to remind him, he will have 2 or 3 or more pee accidents after he gets home from preschool, which causes the laundry to pile up and gives me more work to do. I hope he has a son just like him someday. On a positive note, he is finally getting better at listening. I am trying to give him extra attention, because I think he just really needs it and I think it is helping him to behave better. The extra attention he gets makes Monkey jealous though, so maybe that is why she is whining. I can't win.
Now onto why Belly is not my favorite. I love this girl. She is adorable. She is also a stinker. I am not sure how a 9 month old, that can't talk, can be so opinionated. She has been trying to sign, but really all she does is wave both hands when she doesn't get what she wants. I just offer her everything until she stops waving her hands. She also hates to miss out on all the action when taking her nap, so she starts crying as soon as we put her in her bed. Pick her up, happy as can be, put her in her bed, hand waving and crying ensue. She is also mobile and getting into everything she can reach. She doesn't let us hold her for long, because there is so much exploring to do and she makes diaper changes a chore, by constantly rolling away. Sorry Belly, you are great, but you are not the easiest, so you are not my favorite.
Now let's talk about Bubba. Bubba is super sweet. He is always happy. He hardly ever cries. He loves kisses and cuddling. He doesn't try to get away when I am holding him. If I give him a kiss he will press his head against my face for more. I love it. He can't crawl, so he doesn't get into anything. If I put him down somewhere, he stays there. He doesn't spill and eat cat food. He doesn't pull all of Monkey's artwork off of the shelf and chew on it. When I put him down for a nap, he doesn't complain. When I change his diaper, he lays nice and still and usually smacks his belly with his hand to hear the sound it makes, which cracks me up and makes diaper changes fun. Plan and simple, he is the happiest and the easiest and because of that he is my favorite. At least until someone else becomes the easiest.