not for keeping to myself...

Most of the day I feel like an angry Tasmanian devil, spinning around and growling incoherently, and I understand why some mom/housewives head for Mexico with the pool boy never to return again. But there are these little moments throughout my days when my heart feels so happy and these little faces are such kissable little sassy beings that it makes it all worth it...until the baby washes the toilet with my toothbrush.

Hadley really wants a "rainbow surprise party" which is a surprise party, decorated with rainbows. I wonder if she will hide at her own surprise party too...since she is the one planning it! I am ready for her to be 4. The age of 3 has been very trying for me, and I am totally willing to lie to myself saying 4 will be easier if it gets me through this week!

Turning 4: Hadley loves:
*dress ups, and dresses ONLY. No pants...but we can mostly persuade leggings under dresses to help be modest when she rolls around constantly
*snacks
*to tease her baby sister
*"gum"
*coloring/cutting with scissors/painting/stickers/crafts
*apples
*whistling like Grandpa Dennis taught her...but she sucks in as she whistles, looking like she will pass out at any second
*cowGIRL boots
*anything outside...running, fishing, digging, bikes, scooters, parks
*gymnastics, dancing
*preschool, Miss Beth and all the cute little songs they sing
*the BOYS in preschool, Dylan, Cooper, Drezdyn.
*her daddy, and snuggles on the couch
*her cousins and little girlfriends
*to call her grandmas on the phone and chat on and on about her day

She is beautiful and growing so fast. She is silly, mischevious, but currently throwing a big whiney fit on the floor, head butting the wall...and I may have to think of more nice things to say later. As for now I am STUMPED!