I kid all the time about the 'intrigues' of three year old behavior- I even recently reposted a blog post titled, "Three-Year-Olds Are Assholes." It was funny, on point, and written by a mom who obviously loves her children. She's also honest.
I've tried to make it my business to stay honest about being a mother and a wife. You grow up and inherit romanticized ideas about being in a life-long relationship and the joys of motherhood. The chore list, bills and braxton hicks contractions are somehow edited into the fine print. If they make it there at all.
Living a blessed life with an adorable, handsome husband and an adorable, precocious daughter I go to bed at night giggling about Vienna's pigtails or catching Nico flexing in the mirror. But I also go to bed praying that today wasn't the last day that I have them in my life. Please, God/universe/karma/whoeverYouare, please let me keep them with me. Forever will do. But I'll take anything, I guess.
Our love for V is gut wrenching in the happiest of ways and for all the joking I do about the trials of raising a toddler [while pregnant] it's important that I also praise her for being a sweet, bright, loving little girl who tries diligently to be a good girl and make us happy. She does more than she'll ever know.