Hot Memorial day weekend

Olive went all feral on me today in the back yard. Naked, streaked with mud, in the bushes looking under rocks for slugs and grubs. It was very Lord of the Flies.

Hair!!

How can you go from being all cuddly and be all climbing-into-bed-to-snuggle and then five minutes later be a screaming mess about not wanting to have your diaper changed? I don't get it.

I think I have to cut her hair, but I have no idea how to do it. It's always in her face and then it gets in her food and gets all sticky and gross. BasicallyI told her if she doesn't start letting me brush it and put it up in a pony tail in the morning, then I'm going to cut it. Easier said than done. I wouldn't know how to get her hair cut even if I could. The last time we took her to the salon she freaked out and Marc gave up. Maybe we should try again. She really needs her bangs trimmed too.

Last night she insisted on getting out of bed right before lights out so she could do a "princess dance" which consisted of a wobbly pirouette twirl and then a kick. Very cute. I have no idea what it means, but it was cute.

Yep, She's definitely three. Today she was moody and stubborn and went to timeout several times this evening for not sharing the swing with Silas. Exhausted, but refused to sleep. She stated her demands for snuggle hostages and requested food. Both appeals were denied.

The bean is three!

Happy Birthday Olive!!!!

You are three years and ten minutes old right now. You are the greatest thing in my life and I love you more than I can possibly say. Three years ago right now, I was still crying with joy that you were finally here and a part of our lives at last. (and that I had actually made it through natural childbirth)

Last night as Olive was falling asleep, we were snuggling and she said to me, "Mommy, you're my best friend." Sometimes I want to turn her over and see where the button is where the sound comes out. She's so cute it's ridiculous.

Almost Birthday Time!

Can she really almost be three? Really? The last day or so she has been exceptionally cute and perceptive. She really thinks a lot on her own now, and has her own ideas and opinions. Pretty interesting to watch. Her birthday is Friday, and her party is Saturday. If you ask her about it, she just says, "It's almost my Three Day!" We've also been telling her that she can go to school once she's three, so she keeps asking when she's going to school. I try to explain to her it's in the fall, but she doesn't quite get it. That's OK. I'm just glad she's excited about school.

I think her party should be fun; I'm a little nervous that they will get bored if they don't have something to do, but Marc assures me that 12 kids will entertain themselves. He's probably right. Besides, there's no room for a moon bounce.