Crybabies

Since Henry and Harper turned 3 last week, I have been a bit more sentimental about the last several years of our lives.  Our children have changed so much and we have always welcomed each new phase with open arms.  Yet, one thing that has remained constant- though now for reasons that they can usually express- is the crying.  Let me just say that a crying 3 year old is just as loud, and certainly more obnoxious than a crying infant.  Now double that.  So, in an effort to share a little glimpse of our daily lives, here is the official crying record from yesterday.  I hope you find the compilation as humorous as I do this morning.

Record of Crying: October 21st, 2013

7:10 a.m.- Harper didn't get to open the aluminum top on her Yoplait.  Tears.

7:15- Henry was only allowed five shakes of cinnamon on his cinnamon sugar toast.  He wanted more shakes.

8:04- Serious tears because Maddox didn't give Henry enough kisses before she got on the bus.  Full disclosure: she gave him no less than six kisses.

8:30- Henry was not allowed to have a second cup of milky.  He took offense.

10:00- Temper tantrum (biggest of the day).  Harper was made to take off her princess nightgown and get dressed.  She writhed around in the floor, kicked, and screamed.

10:45- Henry refused to share the cozy coupe with Harper.  Angry tears.

11 a.m. -1:15 p.m.- PEACE (nap time)

2:45- Henry became incensed when told not to kill a spider outside by smashing it with his foot.  I told him that a spider was one of God's creatures.  He told me it most certainly was not.

3:30- Maddox is home!!!  Happy times. . .

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. . .Until the train game on the slide didn't go as planned.  Older sister shed a few.

 4:45- Daddy is home!  Sounds of wrestling and laughter fill the house.

6:30- Henry and Maddox knocked heads in the toy room.  Henry busted his lip.  Worst injury of the day.  Needed some Mommy time.

7:15- Collective tears as the children didn't want to go to bed.  Daddy took care of it.

I realize that one day, the tears will become more serious.  Their feelings will be hurt by another kid at school.  Their hearts will break as relationships end.  They will lose someone they love.  And then, there will come a time when I don't have the opportunity to see the hurt anymore.  They will go to college.  They will move away.  They will begin their own families.  So for now, I'm embracing these years and all hot, salty tears that come with them.