Punked

If I didn't write this stuff down, I wouldn't remember to laugh about it later. Or something.

Truth is, I feel like I've been stuck in an episode of Punked the past few days. I don't know who I pissed off along the way, but I'm sorry for whatever I did/didn't do and/or said/didn't say.

Let me recap:

Thursday evening Aleesia had a problem choosing a towel after her shower which ended in a giant tantrum, her barely putting her PJs on and just general ridiculous threenage attitude.

Friday afternoon during her "nap" Aleesia got into perfume that was in Gianna's room. She spilled the perfume on herself & her blanket which she then wanted to wash. Thankfully I came to check on her before she figured out how to open the new bottle of detergent!

Later that same day, when I thought she was coloring a picture, she was actually coloring on HERSELF!  Arms, legs, hands in black marker because she wanted to be like Cat Girl.

While I was handling her, the dog was then a muddy muddy mess who also needed a bath!

Saturday & Sunday were super crazy and filled with only minimal tantrums and minimal terrible things.

Monday, however was tough. The highlights include a dog that escaped & ran around the culdesac for 25-30 minutes while the older kids screamed & cried that she'd be gone forever while I couldn't chase her and had to make dinner.

Then  a tantrum over washing hands (which had literally just been washed)
And the icing on the cake? Vivian vomited all over herself on the way to dropping Gianna at PSR. It was the. Worst.

After I got everything cleaned up, kids asleep, etc. I stubbed my toe on the baby gate and just decided the day was over! I grabbed some Reese eggs and went to lay in bed!

I have to laugh at this stuff because this is life and life happens (& because I would cry or scream too much otherwise) but really, white flag is flying over here! I always felt fairly put together and like life was decently organized/structured but increasingly I just feel like I am a hot mess 98% of the time and that's totally fine as long as dogs stop running away and kids stop puking in their car seats, because cleaning those things are just awful.

Plusandalso, thankfully the kids are still adorable despite their antics!

A letter to my {second} daughter: You are THREE!

Aleesia -

I know that when you are old enough to buy-in to the whole “middle child” characteristics you will give me a TON of crap for the fact that your third birthday letter is two months and eight days late. I don’t have a reason for why it took me so long to get to this other than, life is busy my sweet girl and YOU keep me busy!

Three is an age that is notoriously difficult – full of spunk and excitement, trials and learning, snuggles and independence. You, my darling, are full of SO MUCH spunk and snuggles that I can barely handle it some days.

You love your pink blanket (pink bankie) and it is usually not too far from wherever you are. Pink blanket becomes a cape, a comfort, a pillow, a coat and many other variety of imaginative things. You are a master negotiator and your favorite case is to just snuggle for a few more minutes, and you drive a hard bargin. There are a lot of moments of a lot of days where your stubbornness shines through – you hold your ground with every ounce of determination you can muster up and I am sure this is going to come in handy as you get older but right now, sometimes you really do just need help opening your yogurt!

Watching you take on your roll as a big sister as Vivian gets older is very fun. You love her, you want to always know where she is and what she is doing but as she starts to play more you don’t always know what to do with her! In fact, the other day you saw she was playing so you brought her a baby doll. If she cries, you are either really concerned and want me to help her or you get very angry because she is hurting your ears! You definitly still think Gianna is worth hanging out with and are always asking if you can have sleep overs in her room.

I have to say though, Luci is probably your favorite person.

You’re a free spirit. You do what you want, when you want the vast majority of the time. You love to be outside. You wanted nothing more than a dog and when we got you one, I think it made your year. Bell is very much your favorite, you love to play with her all day and to snuggle her.

One of the most exciting things that has happened since your birthday is that you started preschool and you LOVE it! You also LOVE dance, both your own class and watching Gianna’s classes. Another tiny dancer, no doubt about it.

You love Anna (from Frozen) and every time you see an airplane you tell me you want to go to Disney World. You are going to be one happy, surprised little girl next month because we ARE going to Disney World! I can absolutley not wait to take you there! You get super super excited over things that I would never think were that exciting, which really teaches me to look at things a little different and see the excitement that exists. You love makeup and picking out my clothes.

Aleesia, you are the sweetest snuggle bug. I can’t believe the way you can make me feel better with a little hug or a random “I dus love you, mommy” and when you ask for me to lay with you at nap or at bedtime. I love the way you talk, the words you use, the way you say certain things (ooze instead of use is probably my favorite).

(the fact that you aren’t looking in this picture says SO much about your little self!)

There are a lot of difficult days and moments but that is par for the course. For every hard moment in time there is a sweet and/or funny one coming up to take its place. You are joyful, hilarious, sometimes shy but usually very social and honestly light up my day, every day.

I can’t imagine life without you and your piercing blue eyes.

Love you,

Mommy