Yesterday (Dec. 16th) was Adana's 3rd birthday. (It was supposed to be NOV. 27, but I'm trying to get over the grudge that I hold against her for being born 3 WEEKS LATE.)
As per Russell family tradition, she awoke to a fully decorated house. It looked like some freaky spider had spun orange & pink streamer-webs all over the place. She was thrilled! The other kids enjoyed their roles of fawning over the birthday girl all day, and she loved being spoiled by them.
She had a great time opening her presents and played with them all day. She had to immediately put on her new Princess panties (from Micah), watch Tinkerbell (from Gma) and play with her My Little Pony (from Jared) and Dora Phone (that also hooks up to the TV as a mini-video game).
After lunch, a package came from Gma Russell with some adorable new clothes, which she promptly changed into.
We went to lunch at McD's with one of her little friends. While we were there, she kept grabbing her ear and saying it hurt. I just assumed that she'd bumped it, since she wasunder-the-table-climbing-on-chairs-running-around-back-under-the-table not really sitting still. But when I tried to put her down for a nap later that afternoon, she cried because her ear was really hurting her. So I took her in to see Dr. Walters. Sure enough, we have our 1st ear infection. Yes, I've had 4 kids and this is our 1st ear infection. Leave it to Adana. We're doing the "watch & see if it goes away" plan, because I don't like medicating unless it's unavoidable. I gave her some Motrin and she slept great all night.
We went to lunch at McD's with one of her little friends. While we were there, she kept grabbing her ear and saying it hurt. I just assumed that she'd bumped it, since she was
When Nathan got home from work, we sang "Happy Birthday" and she blew out her candles. She loves that song and had been practicing singing it for weeks.
She had asked for cupcakes with ORANGE frosting (her favorite color). Then she decided that she wanted a cake frosted in ORANGE, PURPLE & GREEN. (Maybe we've been reading a bit too much Dr. Suess lately.)
All in all, despite an ear infection and bone-chilling cold, it was a good birthday. And I suppose I can no longer blame her outrageous behavior on the "Terrible Twos." Besides, aren't kids supposed to mellow out when they're 3??
8 comments:
I don't know about the mellowing when they hit three. I think mine got a bit more "grown up", or at least she thinks so.
Mine got worse at 3. Sorry. Two was more manageable (read: trickable/distractable).
And mine was two weeks late, too.
K Brooke, Adana is one special girl! she is adorable and i am officially the worlds worst aunt! I am glad to see that he had a great birthday! miss you guys!
Whoa...that song scared the bejeebies out of me. I had no idea that she was going to sing with such force/yelling! I jumped and had to turn down the volume. I loved it! What a cutie. Your baby is 3? Are you sure you don't want to have a couple of more? heh heh
Sunbeam class, here she comes! I'll just remember that she was 3 weeks late...I think that says alot about her personality.
I really am excited because I think she's an awesome kid.
I don't know about 3 being easier than 2, either. In some ways I guess it is, but mine seem to become more "independant" which makes it harder for me to "help" and everything seems to take 10 times longer!
I believe three year olds to be more determined than two year olds, and they start you use that determination to assert their independence more. At least that is my opinion, for what it is worse...and Kyla I am an even worse Aunt! Happy Birthday little Adana!
I really wish you could edit your comments...I meant to say "for what it is worth."
"Besides, aren't kids supposed to mellow out when they're 3??"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[Draws deep breath, wipes tears from eyes]
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[Gasps, choking with laughter and still more tears]
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
[Tries to breath, feeling the burn of oxygen deprivation; tries, again, to see through the tears. Coughs, attempts to compose herself.]
Oh, dear.
Brooke, Brooke, Brooke: After all these years, have you 1) forgotten what mine was like at three or 2) told yourself that "O" was unique in that way?
I just barely survived three. Come to think of it, O barely survived three, too. His brother was easier, but still all kinds of independent. The independence is developmentally appropriate, the destructive force -- I'm not so sure.
I admire your courage for taking Adana to a play! I can just imagine the size of the bag of snacks/diversions you had to haul along.
Beyond that -- well, just wait until she is twelve...!!!
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