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Here Comes Three...

Oh geez, just as I typed that title I realized that it sounds like this is a pregnancy announcement which is the farthest thing from the truth! This girl's baby making days are absolutely, positively, without a doubt OVER. I will be leaving my paragard IUD in and will start the pill once I stop nursing. (I need the pill for my PCOS). Those along with abstinence and I should be covered... And P.S. If one more person responds to my answer that I'm not having any more kids with "that's what so-and-so said and now she has three more OR you'll change your mind when Graham is a bit older OR so-and-so thought she was done and then she got pregnant after a tubal and vasectomy!!!" I don't want another baby as much as I love my two and those horror stories are not funny to me after my sleep deprivation and sheer exhaustion. Mostly it's the same foolish people who thought the advice to just relax was useful in "treating" my infertility.

What the title was actually referring to was the way Paisley is careening wildly towards the tender, loving age of 3. My adorable baby turned one and things were so fun. She learned so much that year and she loved me wholeheartedly. Then two came and she developed a bit more attitude. She cries a bit more and become opinionated and fought for her independence. I thought "oh, this must be the terrible twos. How will we survive?"

Little did I know that those were the good days. She was smaller in size which helped us contain her, quieter so she created less noticeable scenes in public and far less vocal so she couldn't throw such painful insults and words my way and then watch for my reaction.

Now, the child has an arsenal of vocabulary that she knows all too well how to use to manipulate, destroy and conquer her enemies (otherwise known as her parents). She can scream loud enough that dolphins in the Atlantic Ocean wonder what is going on and she demands that everything in her world is just her way. Her motto is that it is "her way or the highway" and that there really is "only one way to skin a cat."

Then she can turn on the killer charm and woo everyone else around us so that they think I'm crazy for complaining about her erratic and loony behavior. She behaves perfectly at school and her teachers love her. I'm so shocked that I wish they could just raise her for a few years.

As much as this little person can baffle, confuse, frustrate, and sadden us, she is developing into an amazing little lady. I know she will be strong and independent and self-assured and creative. She will be fun-loving and spontaneous and funny. And she is totally beautiful. Which she is well aware of and is already using it to her advantage. She feels pretty when she wears dresses and mama's high heels. She loves to perform for us and be the center of attention.

But we are still 3 months shy of two and I'm not positive we can have much more personality in this house!!!

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  1. Haha - yes, the two's are meant to prepare us for the REAL challenge, the three's. I don't know how I will do it lol! Paisley sounds like a very bright little girl - those are the dangerous ones:). It means we have to be smarter than them and that's tough lol! Hang in there!

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  2. You pretty much just confirmed that I need to start drinking heavily to prepare myself for a year from now :) It really is amazing though that we can still love them so much after everything. You are doing a wonderful job juggling everything.

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  3. My kid threw a tantrum so bad last week I cried for an hour then ran to Amazon and bought The Happiest Toddler on the Block and The Strong-Willed Child. Then I actually Googled child therapists in Austin. My kid baffles both us and my parents! How can I be so in love with someone and so overwhelmed by them at the same time? I just want her to grow up to be a sweet happy girl. *sigh*

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