This spirited, spunky, spoiled chick is THREE!
The calendar in my head was off, so when Clint and I realized it was her birthday the day had already begun. Whoops. Thankfully, she's three and didn't recognize that we had forgotten to play anything or do anything for her. We ended up baking brownies together and playing. Grandma Shari made her an awesome cake the week earlier, so technically we just celebrated in advance. wink, wink.
We love this girl. This picture sure melted me.
Making her own birthday brownies cuz mom's a slug and forgot!
Dear Ivy, please stop growing. Stay little and push strollers and carry babies for forever.
Aside from turning three, this is what's up with Miss Ivy lately.
We are potty training and it went great for about a month. And then she got so corked up she refused to poop for basically a month. Lots of enema's and swear words later, we are back in diapers on a full Myra lax diet trying to get her bowel situation under control. It's been a nightmare. With the medicine, she still tries to hold her poop and ends up sharting all over her undies ten times a day. It's been so hard on both of us. She also refuses to sleep alone. She'll sleep on me or next to me all day and night without flinching, but the second I'm gone, she's awake. It's so crazy. I've never dealt with this before and I so do not appreciate it.
I kind of love that we get to nap and sleep together so much. I never did this with my other kids (for good reason!) and always had other babies to worry about. Since Ivy is my last, I've been able to just lay with her and be ok with it. It's pretty awesome.
Playing at the park and she tooted/pooped everywhere. So we tossed her clothes in the trash and used a piece of trash to sit on on the way home. Roar.