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Thursday, April 18, 2013

Whoever coined the term 'terrible twos' never let their child make it to three.

Tay had a birthday and turned three.  Its no different than two. 
She just has more intelligence, knowledge, and a larger vocabulary.
With that equipment, she is able to use her "terrible two" attitude and really slap it on where it hurts - usually right on a neck nerve.
Other times, she says in the sweetest little voice "I am sorry, Mama.  I am bery, bery, BERY sorry!" (she loooooves exaggeration)
Then she will walk off after we have hugged and, under her breath, say "idiot".
...No, that last part has only happened once.
Here are her 3rd birthday pics:




 
Tay wanted pink cake, pink ice cream, a pink pony, and pink shoes for her birthday.  She was VERY insistant about the cake and ice cream.  I told her she didn't get cake and ice cream, just playing around, and OH.MY.HOLEY.UNDEROOS!  She FLIPPED!  Since her birthday, she thinks everyone shares their birthday with her since they share their cake.  Forget the presents - just spoon sugar into her mouth.  She will actually pull up a chair and watch the cake bake in the oven.  Oh yeah, its THAT serious.  She is THAT serious.


We threw her a GLOW PARTY.  It was super duper cool.  We had glow water, a pool of glow water beads, glow oil with glow fish, black lights, shaving cream experiments, glow volcano experiments, glow bracelets/necklaces, glow balloons, and a glowing dance stage.
The kids made the glow pinata:





And everyone partied like ROCKSTARS!
This is some of the glow foam:
 
I thought the kids would all have a good time in the garage with all the activities... instead, they poured oil on the slick floors, had a shaving cream fight, and played slip n' slide.  My mom and Tay played slip n' slide unwillingly.  My mom said "that crap was like black ice out there!".  My garage now looks radio-active...
All in good fun.  All in SUPER DUPER good fun.
 
I let the boys box after the party.  I am sure CPS hates me... but, really?  What boy doesn't do this?  At least this one had a ref.
 
 
Then my boys passed the frick out!  Out COLD.
Unresponsive.
 
Later, at casa de papa, she had the joy of a personal birthday serenade:
 

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