Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The Eye of the Storm

So, as I mentioned, my daughter's 3rd birthday was a happy day. She never stopped smiling.

She smiled when the pony arrived.
She smiled when the cake was lit.
She smiled when the bubbles were blown.
She smiled when the balloons were dropped.
And she definitely smiled when the presents were unwrapped.

And at a 6:45, she was still smiling as she drifted off to sleep...

I practically floated down the stairs, thinking to myself that, at last, the terrible twos must certainly be behind us....what a perfect feeling.

Blarma.

Apprently the age of 3 and one day is also known to be pretty terrible. Monday was filled with tantrums, no nap, and further evidence of what I like to call The Garndparent Grumpies.

The Grumpies are essentially the days following a period of indulgence by the grandparents, or other doting family members. For an extended period of time, the chilldren bask in the adulation and adoration of family (replete with gifts, loves, and full attention), only to suffer withdrawl like symptoms commonly felt by the likes of a Paper Moon.

Every time we go to visit my parents in the Greater DC area, I have to expect the 2-3 days following the trip to be pretty grumpy....a complete detox from Grandma's refusal to say no, Grandpa's excessive tickling and chasing, and the treats. MY GOD THE TREATS!

SO, that was Monday. Party detox.

And the fact that my daughter's birthday also happens to coincide with the first day of hurricaine season is a pretty interesting commentary as well.

Here come the threes.....

1 comment:

Julie Weaver said...

NOW starts the fun...we refer to the 3's as the, "God Help Me Please Threes". They are old enough to smart mouth and back talk, young enough to still SORT of get away with it. Sometimes...naps go away at 3. Welcome to my world. Good luck!