We had a small party with just family. Mainly because I didn't send out any invitations. Next year, people! There is always next year. The kids had so much fun, though, and are just now coming down off of the high of all of the sugar, gifts, and attention.
I have to say that I found age 3 to be incredibly challenging. There are times when I think I have been as stressed this past year as I was when they first came home. There is just so much crying! Attitude and crying. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING is a big fat hairy deal to them. Seriously, Ian will only eat with one specific green fork, so it has to be washed after every meal. Actually I could (and should) get more, but of course the stupid thing came from Ikea.
They are fiercely protective of their "favorite colors" to the point that one of the other kids can't even say that they like someone else's favorite color. BTW, their favorite colors are as follows: Ian, green; Maddie, blue; Emma, red. And you better not like those colors!!
I also do not understand how a toy that is tossed aside with no thought one minute can be crucial to their very survival the next. I spend several hours of my life every week searching for baby firetruck so that Ian can go to bed. Emma constantly leaves Rolly the dalmatian in the car, then suddenly cannot live without him for another second. Maddie's beloved lost objects are not a specific, but she gets worked up the fastest and has the hardest time calming down. We take so many deep breaths in this house, I swear we're gonna huff and puff and blow this house down one day.
I am really hoping things get better soon, but so far age 4 is not looking much different at all. Maybe the best thing to do is to just start buying booze by the case to help me get through it. Heaven help us.
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