purse - c/o J.Crew (I'm still not entirely convinced that wasn't a huge mix up on their part ... )
boots - eBay
I don't know how many times I've heard, "oh, three-year-olds are so much worse than two-year-olds" but let's just say that Count Dracula might have trouble counting allll the way up to the impressive number because ... I've heard it a lot. And while I'm definitely not one to sugarcoat parenthood and toddlerhood - I could probably do without the foreboding words of discouragement from fellow comrades because holy exhaustion!! parenthood is difficult enough without scary warnings that it "gets worse" because these trenches? they feel deep enough as it is and I don't think I can handle anymore shoveling to get to an even lower level of disheartened on especially tough days. I know I've used the analogy of telling the overdue preg who is desperate for some non-pregnant sleep that she should get her sleep now -- cackle, cackle! Because while it is probably true that one week into newborn nights of "sleep" she'll miss her pregnancy insomnia ... ain't nobody want to hear it. Even the veteran moms.
Anyway! All this to say that 13 whole days into three-year-old land I am an expert and this age isn't that bad. No, I'll never be an expert nor will I ever pretend to be an expert because there's always something just around the riverbend that will have me scratching my crow's feet and wondering how/what/how/how/how to dill wit it. But I did overhear a mom in the Kansas City airport tell another mom that, "two is my favorite age" and it took all of my willpower as I yanked Sebastian away from the seeing eye dog (again!!!) to not ask what breed of child she had because me and my motherhood found two to be a very trying age (but I didn't! because I practice what I preach 43% of the time) aaaand I'm girding my patience for Sebastian to cross that threshold in a few short weeks. Sweet Baby Jesus help us all but that is neither here nor there.
What do I love about this age? Julia can (mostly) be reasoned with in a pinch. And if that doesn't work - bribery is always an option. She understands the majority of the English language which isn't necessarily a good thing I guess because she picked up my phone the other day and had the following conversation ...
Julia: Hi, Simon?
Julia: How was your day tonight?
Julia: sigh - well, it's just a frustrating day here for me.
Julia: Stop being such a jerk, Simon.
But she is genuinely helpful when it comes to getting out the door as she can open all of the van doors and direct Sebastian to the back seat and explain to me that, "yes, I will sit next to Theo and be his protector" (we have a little/large issue with Sebastian kicking sleeping Theo in the face when he sits next to him in the car - again, two should be a real thrill) before I even have to ask her to be the martyr for the duration of the ride. If she catches Sebastian making a mess she's very quick to come and tattle which I actually appreciate because generally Sebastian has weaseled himself into quite the unforgivable situation and it's best that we nip it before he cleans all of the basement carpet with the contents of all three laundry detergents that had been housed HIGH on shelves that he apparently scaled.
And she hasn't figured out how to to lie.
Grace: Did you just pull Theo's hair?
Julia: Yes, I did.
Julia: Because I wanted to.
and she has no secrets.
Flight Attendant: What's your name?
Julia: Well, I just have a pimple on my face right here. See?
And while she's not all sugar and selfless and everything nice ...
... at the end of the year she will probably have given out three unsolicited hugs ...
... unlike Sebastian who will hug-ttack you if you so much as glance his way even from the safe distance of 30 yards away - he runs. Be warned. And be weirded out.
... and now to work on a birthday post. 14 days tardy. Revoke my mommy blogger rights right now.