What happens when I have my 3rd child?? I fall off of the blogging wagon. (as well several other wagons to be quite honest)
Kalina is 12 now and between basketball, school, friends, piano, and reading, she manages to remind me with her 'tude that she's just a few months shy of being a teen. A TEEN?! whaaa?? She's obsessed with Abercrombie/Hollister and currently asking for highlights ... this can't be good. She's loving basketball as much as we are loving cheering her on from the sidelines.
Brookie is a 3.5 year old twirling, yelling, jumping, crazy bossy girl. That girl is in charge ... or so she seems to think. She likes to help cook but is no where to be found when its time to clean up. She prefers a leotard and flip-flops, no matter the weather.
Dayne is 20 months and practicing his terrible twos. He's awesome at saying 'No' and throwing himself on the floor. He wakes me at 5am on saturdays but yells to me "NOOOO. I nite-nite." when I try to wake him at 7am on a tues mornings.
They all 3 fight and love on each other in equal amounts. They make monstrous messes and eat like its going out of style. The make me feel as blessed as they make me feel crazy. They are my world.
I haven't quite figured out how to balance it all but Im thinking thats the name of the game.
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