G Love

Three can be challenging.

Three can be creative.

Three can be fabulous.

T's parents got the joy of spending 7 days with just G while T and I took B with us on a quick trip to London. She had times of great joy and times of great...angst.

Three is such a crazy age. She is so full of love and cuddles one minute, followed quickly by a tantrum for some crazy reason (my recent favorite was the fact that May 1 was NOT Christmas morning) followed by a song and dance routine. Most of her struggles seem to stem from the fact that she can't have whatever she wants EXACTLY when she wants it. Then there are those days, oh those days, when she will ask for something and we'll say yes and she still throws a fit because...well, I am not sure why she is throwing a fit. I think it feels so insane right now because she is the youngest and as her brother learns patience and reasoning, her lack of both seems so extreme.

For now, I will soak up the cuddles when they come, try to stay patient when she isn't and try not to get worked up when it isn't Christmas morning on May 1.

One of THOSE afternoons

G just got up from her nap. She has pretty much been in tears since I got her out of her crib (30 minutes ago), which leads me to believe she should go back for more sleep. So far, she has cried because the TV is off, the Christmas lights are on, Daddy is at work. We sat for a bit and cuddled. She cried for most of the cuddle, but we cuddled anyway. She calmed for a bit (a few minutes), even laughed at B. Then, she wanted a snack. When I finally realized she was asking for Teddy Grahams, I let her have 4 of them. She then cried because I put them on a plate, instead of in a bowl. Before realizing she wanted Teddy Grahams, I asked 3 times if she wanted some toast. No. No. No. When she saw my toast, she cried because she, too, wanted toast. Then she cried because it wasn't ready yet. Once it was ready, she asked that I put butter on it. I buttered it and placed it on her plate, to which she cried, "Noooooo budder!!" Now, while I type, she is crying, "I want Daddy!" over and over and over again. This is what I hear whenever she doesn't get her way. If I knew what her way was, maybe she would get it (except for the TV). Recently I heard a radio DJ give advice to a new father. He said, if you have daughters, you should learn to stand in the middle of the room and cry for no reason. This way you will fit in. Right now, I think he is spot on.