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We live 15 minutes from the ocean and a boardwalk with kiddie rides, games, and arcades. It's not the best beach but it does the trick for building sand castles. So we decided since it was finally not raining for the first time in weeks that we would take the kids there after we picked them up from their dayhome, go on some rides, grab some boardwalk fries and ice cream, and play on the beach.
I wish I could say that Charlotte went on the same rides she loved last year, rather then refusing to go on any of them after we bought 60 tickets.
I wish I could say she sat nicely and ate her grilled cheese instead of not listening and making me seem like one of those crazy mothers who keeps saying, "I swear if you don't listen..."
I wish I could say Charlotte and I ran up and put our toes in the water, hand in hand, running away from the breaking waves giggling, rather than me dragging her to feel it because it is NOT scary and WON'T hurt you and Momma is RIGHT here.
I wish I could say we played nice on the beach for longer than 20 minutes, building elaborate sand castles with seaweed flags and moats, rather than having to leave because Charlotte kept throwing sand, and I held true to my word when I said, "If you do that one more time, we are leaving."
I wish I could say she was better behaved when we got home, instead of having her before-bedtime television privileges revoked for pouring water out of the tub, on her brother, and not listening to a damn word we were saying.
I wish I could say we had a lovely relaxing afternoon at the beach as a little family, rather than thinking age three might be the year that officially sends me to the insane asylum.
But she's mine, and she's beautiful, and we'll try again another day.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
There's always next week
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You'll beat me if I say just wait for age 4, won't you? :)
can't wait to see you!
If Kristin is speaking the truth and 4 is worse than 3? I WILL be packing my bags and leaving the country.
Beautiful picture!
4 and 5 had not been a ball of fun with the listening issues and what not, but they are definitely more fun to hang out with. I'm hoping 6 is going to be our year!
Well, sweetie, look on the bright side.....this stage only lasts til...............well, as soon as I get out of it, I'll let ya know....
(49 and counting)....LOL. Just grit your teeth, laugh like a maniac, and be glad you have them to be annoyed with. I'd give ANYTHING to have Clay back alive so I could have a bad day with him.
Give Charlotte a big hug and kiss for me.
That was adorable!
I hear ya!
Picture is fabulous too!
Shraddha
Love the picture.
I'm so glad that Z is older than L, because she is a handful and I don't think I could handle 2 "terrible 3s" in a row. The Terrible Twos back to back was bad enough.
If you're consistent, eventually she'll take those threats to sell her to the circus seriously.
Not that I'd know anything about that.
Girl, you have just described MY LIFE. But we're just weeks away from four, so I'm just trying to hang on and hope it gets better.
The picture is lovely, though. That totally looks like it was an idyllic afternoon. Maybe later, that's what you'll believe?? ;)
I've had so many of those days. On days like this, I just keep telling myslf "This too shall pass." Oh, the joys of mommy hood! She certainly is beautiful :)
Ask dad - I'm 33 (almost 34) and I am pretty sure he considers the insane asylum at least once a week. That said - the gorgeous photo is totally worth the tortured day.
I laughed when I read this bc we had a similar experience at the fireworks on Thursday. Ice cream store meltdown by the kid who was holding the glow sword and had just been on a bunch of rides. I'm always telling other mom's that the 'terrible twos' don't really compare to age three. When Will was two, I was able to be so much more patient-- thinking he's learning, he doesn't know better, etc. Now that he's well into his three's, I'm like-- WTF, he knows better, he can do so much better. I think this age is just full of highs and lows-- from one minute to the next-- without any warnings or logic. I try to focus on the highs and not lose my mind with the lows.
You're little girl is growing up! I can't believe that's Charlotte.
I find that one of the most difficult and frustrating things about being a parent - knowing that a wonderful time could be had, if they would just allow it to. When we get soclose like that, and the fun is THERE to be had, but they just can't give in and do it, not only do we have to deal with the moment, but also the loss of the moment we could have had, and wanted. It sounds like you did that really, really well just now. Sigh. I think this improves as they get older, but Patrick will still cling to being a total snot and ruin things for everyone if he's on a 'opposite from my sister' kick. He literally said that he doesn't like SWIMMING today because Josie said that she likes it. BAH!
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