Well Zoe, there's only been a handful of times that I've wanted to feed you to wild dogs, sell you on ebay, or strap you to the roof rack and go through a carwash.
For 36 months, I think that's pretty good!
This morning was one of such times, too bad, since it is your actual 3rd birthday. But, man, we had a rough day. ARE. OH. YOU. GEE. AYTSH. You were cranky. CRANKY in all caps ma dear. Which in turn makes me cranky (just lowercase cranky though). You were upset about everything. And even upset about things you didn't know about yet. You kept tripping and bumping and falling and having bingles. It didn't help the situation... I think you woke up with two banana peels for feet.
But, also this morning, you needed 3 spoons with breakfast. The big one. The green one (to match your green bowl). And one of Cole's spoons. Just so he DOESN'T get it I guess. It was nonetheless cute. I mean, 3 spoons? Who needs that much cutlery to eat Rice Bubbles? I'm surprised you didn't grab a knife. You love cutting things.
I'll write a proper letter to you in a bit, I'm typing this in haste, literally as I have two kids tugging at my sleeves.
I guess it's true what they say... It's your party and you'll cry if you want to.
Love you and love to hug you!
Mommy and Daddy
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For 36 months, I think that's pretty good!
This morning was one of such times, too bad, since it is your actual 3rd birthday. But, man, we had a rough day. ARE. OH. YOU. GEE. AYTSH. You were cranky. CRANKY in all caps ma dear. Which in turn makes me cranky (just lowercase cranky though). You were upset about everything. And even upset about things you didn't know about yet. You kept tripping and bumping and falling and having bingles. It didn't help the situation... I think you woke up with two banana peels for feet.
But, also this morning, you needed 3 spoons with breakfast. The big one. The green one (to match your green bowl). And one of Cole's spoons. Just so he DOESN'T get it I guess. It was nonetheless cute. I mean, 3 spoons? Who needs that much cutlery to eat Rice Bubbles? I'm surprised you didn't grab a knife. You love cutting things.
I'll write a proper letter to you in a bit, I'm typing this in haste, literally as I have two kids tugging at my sleeves.
I guess it's true what they say... It's your party and you'll cry if you want to.
Love you and love to hug you!
Mommy and Daddy
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.
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