3 is NOT the magic number!

This year we celebrated Molly's third birthday. I was heavily pregnant with Harriet at the time, hence no earlier post on the party. We had a joint party with two of Molly's best mates, whose mums (my good friends) were also heavily pregnant and had just had their second baby. We divided up the responsibilities so none of us had too much to do, which worked beautifully for us. The party itself was fantastic and all the kids had a wonderful day. It was what had begun just before Molly turned 2 and continued into her turning 3 that has slowly driven me to madness.

The cake I made for their Peppa Pig party

People constantly talk about the "terrible twos", but let me tell you something, it begins before they turn two and progressively gets worse. The most horrendous moments come during the age of 3. I'm sure that having a new sibling hasn't helped much, but my sweet little monkey has literally become Reagan from The Exorcist. As I sit here and write this, she is currently giving herself home tattoos with black and brown textas.

I am really battling with her on a daily basis. She is like a buzzard around Harriet, always wanting to kiss, cuddle and hold her, which can be very sweet, but she gets right up in her face. I try so hard to be patient, but after asking Molly not to touch her sisters head for the gazillionth time I tend to lose it. It's at these moments when my patience becomes non-existent that I really feel like the worst mum in the world. I hate snapping at her and losing my cool. I have to remind myself that she is only a 3 year old child...a CHILD. Molly seems so much more grown up and her language is so advanced that it's easy to forget that she is only 3. On top of that, her whole world has just been turned on it's head and here I am screaming the roof down at her because I am essentially just really bloody tired. I honestly don't know how people cope with more than two children. Molly was enough of a handful on her own, now she's a truckload hahaha!

This photo says it all hahaha!

When I was in hospital after having Harri, Molly would cry every time she had to leave me. It broke my heart, and I really hated being apart from her. Then the other night when she got into trouble, she turned around to me and shouted, "I want you to go back to hospital!", what a cow! Or if she gets mad with me she will shout "I'm very angry with you right now!" and then do a high pitched scream which I am sure sends all the cats and dogs in the neighbourhood running. 

I have to say that she still has her moments of hilarity and joy in between her moments of insanity. I just hope that she grows out of this attitude soon, because that's exactly what it is, attitude. My daughter is a princess, and not in the elegant royal way.

I guess we're a work in progress and all we can do is work towards shaping Molly in to a well adjusted and loving young lady who so happens to also have fiery temper. My advice to anyone who will encounter my Molly, don't piss her off.....I have felt the wrath of my 3 year old and it burns hahaha!