And then she was three

I am having a hard time wrapping my brain around it (much like last nights fiasco in trying to wrap soft, side-less presents - next to impossible) but today my little girl turns three. No more newborn. No more infant. No more baby. No more toddler. Today she is now my little girl. My preschooler. PRE-SCHOOL. In less than half the time she's been alive she'll be in school. Where does the time go?

Today, so far, we've had birthday cake for breakfast and opened presents. She's been playing contently in the living room for a few hours now, lol. Pretty soon we're going to throw our shoes on, grab lunch and try to find a petting zoo :D Many, many pictures shall be posted, I promise (though you'll have to check facebook for them, I'm sure) so stay tuned, or connected, or something ;D

Apologies

I don't know how this is going to work but I apologize in advance... I'm going to bring a bunch of posts about Julie from my private blog over here to blogger for public reading. I'm going to try to backdate them so they don't clog your reading list but should it still show a gaggle of posts from me that's where you apply the advance apology. That being said, if you Don't see a ton of posts within the next few hours come over to my blog and check for older posts :D

Next stage: head of a horse in my bed

Julie was taking a bath and demanding her baby pony. I told her she could have baby pony when she got out of the bath tub and her answer? She stuffed a duck into her hippo hand wash cloth, held it out and dropped it into the water. I don't know why (lies, I do. I have a very morbid sense of humor) but it flashed through my mind that she was illustrating to me that I would sleep with the fishes in the same manner the duck was just then. Who knows. Maybe you had to be there.

Time to start that dreaded to-do. Yaaaay -_-

Best Birth Control EVER

No, it's not a deployment (though that's pretty darn effective) Nope. The best BC ever is babysitting 3 kids. There is a baby boy sleeping in my living room (he's actually the best out of all the short creatures in the house, just more work/hands on) my own spawn still dozing in her room, and two brothers fighting like cats and dogs every 5 minutes or so in Julie's playroom.

BRB, Blogger, gotta go have my uterus scooped out so this doesn't ever become a permanent situation in my home!

Pictures make things better

Smiling beautiful children make things great

Bittersweet

OMG, my hands are shaking. I cried tonight as we were putting Julie to bed. I hate bittersweet stuff. It'll be nice to go home and see family, GOD it will be nice, but knowing that Julie doesn't realize that tonight was the last time Daddy will tuck her into bed until the end of autumn broke my heart.

Love

There are times (like today) when I want to grab Julie by the shoulders and shake her senseless for all the grief she gives me... but then we have the moments that make me want to weep with joy that she is my daughter, that I brought this wonderful little person into the world.

VIDEO OF OUR NEW HOUSE

Toddler hell

FFS, for the last two days Julie has been the worst toddler on the planet. The only time she is happy is when she's being disruptive, destructive or just plain doing opposite of what I say. The rest of the time she is whining and crying. WTF??? Where did my awesome child go? I'm so over this whatever it is. It is taking all of my willpower not to put her in the playroom with the gate up and go hide out somewhere.

nevermind. I bartered my mommy soul with the devil. She's now downstairs on the couch watching backyardigans with chocolate milk, graham crackers and her blanket. She can stay there all day eating only that if it makes her happy. HA!

Lucky/Fail Parenting

Julie and I laid down for a nap around 4 and when I next rolled over it was 7:15. And I probably wouldn't have woken up then if it hadn't been for the urge to pee. What was my child doing? Just chilling on her bed with her toys. Granted she ripped all her clothes out of her closet but she didn't put poop on the walls so I consider that a WIN! Why, though, does she not call out for me when she wakes up? I know I'm not sleeping through it because 1 - I'm a light sleeper sans medication and 2 - I've been wide awake and sitting in the living room and not heard her but when I finally checked on her out of curiosity, it was obvious she had been awake for a WHILE. *sigh* Parenting fail or lucky me? No idea which one.