I never yelled so loud. Laughed so hard. And then forgot about it all.

Everyone knows by now that it there is no such thing as the terrible twos. The year of the three year old makes two look like a cake walk. With that said, I would take my three year old to any party because we would have a hell of a time!

It's so full of emotion, excitement, drama, silliness, sassiness, fun, and tears. Some days you wonder if your sanity will last until dad gets home from work at five. Some days you can't believe he is home from work already. There are times I wonder how they can actually diagnose bi-polar or personality disorders in children. On any given day you have your sweet little helper who grabs the binky off the floor for you and then ten minutes later is ripping it out of the baby's mouth, which makes her make a sound that still lingers in my peripheral hearing, to play fetch with it and the dog. And not because they like to play fetch with the dog, it's because they LIKE TO BE NAUGHTY.

Like the times when I have yelled the loudest for Jack to GO GET IN THE TUB! And he yells, "Mom you listen to me this very minute, I. AM. PLAYING. CARS." Eeerrrr, hold up. You did not just go and still my line kid! So after I yell even louder and there are alligator tears streaming down his face and that vain has started to pop out of Chris's forehead, he heads to the bathroom. Then he lifts the toilet seat to pee and reads the back of it to himself," K-H-O-L-E-R, that spells toilet." And Chris is laughing on the bathroom floor. Then after the bath (that he now doesn't want to get out of I might add) Chris tells me and I laugh until I am crying and Jack comes up to me, gives me a big squeeze and says," Awww, it's otay mom. Can I get you a band aid? It will make you feel much, much betta."

Those are the times I forget or would like to forget that I yelled at the cute little bugger.

And you all know I like my photo stories, so here is my example. We were actually having a lot of fun (Millie included, although it may not look like it), but you get my drift.

Jack has excerise ball.

"Jack don't roll that over your sister again."

"Jack, gimme that ball!"

Jack shuts door in mommy's face.