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Baby number three is here — and life has never been louder, messier, or more full of glitter.

Picture this: baby boy desperately clinging to my boob, while I’m trying to tie my oldest daughter’s hair with one hand. Meanwhile, from the bathroom, I hear the unmistakable call: “Moooom, I’m doooone! Can you clean my bum?” That’s life with three kids — a multitasking circus with questionable hygiene.

This boy? He’s rocking a permanent glitter hairdo. Courtesy of his big sisters’ fairy dust, which no amount of baby shampoo seems able to remove. He might be the only baby who sparkles at 3 a.m.

Honestly, the baby carrier is my MVP. It’s like growing an extra pair of hands. I haven’t mastered hands-free breastfeeding (yet), but the temptation is real.

And no, baby #3 isn’t exactly starting life with soothing Mozart in the background. More like Moana on loop and surprise singalongs from Elsa. But you know what? He’s being raised in the real world — full of love, chaos, and noisy sisters who adore him.

Glitter, poop calls, and Disney soundtracks aside — this little guy fits right into the madness.