Number 4

It's rough being the caboose. In our family, that's number 4, Camdon.
Being the last one means...

you fend for yourself.

you have to remind the people to feed you.
you learn to dress yourself at a very early age.
and, you know your place in the pecking order.

This weekend Lee and I went out one night and left #1 to babysit. After we'd been home for awhile I asked where Camdon was.
#1 - "umm...i think he fell asleep on the couch."
#2 - "He probably went upstairs and put himself to bed."
#3 - "No, he's in his club. We made clubs (forts)!"

We followed the snoring and here is where we found him....in his "club".
In the far back corner of the spare room where we have all of our boxes and food storage that we aren't unpacking. He found a space that is literally just the size of him and that is his club.

Poor guy.

You should've seen Kendall's club. Her's could have fit the whole family. She had a craft corner, a "kitchen" area complete with bottled water and goldfish, and a sleeping area with a pillow and blankets.

And this is what #4 got.

Today, when all the kids go to school, #4 and I will make "clubs" again. This time, we'll make his terrific. His guidelines for the best club ever:
1 sandwich in the club
a computer
a toy
a T.V.
and a guest room for mom.

Being #4 also means enduring being smothered in kisses
by mom because she knows you're her last!