Last week, I heard a little voice say, "Mommy, look at me!" As I turned my head, I saw my darling daughter standing in the center of the glass coffee table. When she noticed I was looking, she started jumping up and down. I would not like to see a video replay of what I looked like running, shouting, and swooping her off the table. The visions of glass breaking took over and it she was quickly removed from her platform.
I thought it would be fun spending the next year blogging about little things like these that give insight into what it's like to be a three-year-old and to see if I can survive "3" without losing my sanity.
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