I can’t believe how big my daughter is now. Well, okay, she’s not that big yet because she’s just three years old. But compared to that angelic little infant I now only see in pictures, what we now have in our hands is a highly energetic, always screaming, demanding not-so-little boss. I feel like I gave birth to a boy because of how rowdy she is these days.
This is her in one of her temper tantrums. We were at the park that day, and it was already luck time. She did not want to leave the slide and when we forced her to, she walked away from us and did those poses and gave us irritated glances. Wow. I asked my mom and she said I wasn’t that arte when I was Svet’s age. So I therefore conclude that she takes after her dad. LOL.
I thought after terrible twos she would revert to her angelic mode again but no. Here comes horrible threes. Haha! Oh my. If not for the fact that she is so darn cute even if she’s a bit fiendish nowadays, I would have given her away to the first stranger that passes by. Hee hee. Seriously? Of course not. She’s what I live for. Us moms, we can take all the terrible twos and threes and fours, up to how much one can count. Being beside her in bed, at the end of a very long and stressful day, is enough to make all the tiredness go away. 🙂