Being three is so hard. It seems that almost overnight, sweet little Oliver has become a mess. A turmoil of conflicting emotions and tears– a virtual volcano of feelings ready to blow at the slightest provocation. A piece of popsicle falling onto the sidewalk= instant waterworks. A block tower collapsing? Disaster. Those things may seem like relevant reasons to cry if you are three, but for a kid who rarely cared about such things, it is new and difficult. Poor kid.
This past weekend, the weather was beyond gorgeous. Storms on Friday blew in cool weather and we were finally able to turn off the air conditioning and open all the windows for some much-needed fresh air. There is something about breeze blowing through white curtains, music flowing through open windows, feeling chilly enough in the morning for cuddles in a blanket on the couch… hot coffee again holds a purpose to warm and comfort rather than just wake up a foggy tired head.
We took walks to playgrounds, practiced two-wheeler riding (he’s almost ready to sidewalk it!), picked more apples from our tree and baked a custard apple pie (so good!), and sorted through more stuff to give away in order to simplify. It was a good weekend.
Tomorrow is the official first day of preschool for Milo and Oliver (finally!) and I will be having some one-on-one time with my babe Emil (who has suddenly become quite the handful just in time). Enjoy your Monday!