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I'm going to try and not make every post be about Brighton, but if he doesn't get out of the terrible 3's pretty quick, we might be seeing alot of his adorably cute, knotty face.... or the blog will be dormant because I will have gone crazy!  On the positive side, he does give me a lot to blog about :)

After yesterday's flower picking, the day before's, telling me he was going to beat me up...
today he peeled the entire bunch of bananna's and left them on the floor, opened a bag of chips, ate some and then poured them on the floor, (these two events took place before 8:30 in the morning)
Grabbed a loaf of bread and took it in his room without me knowing. When I went in to put him to bed, there were 6-7 hard stale pieces of bread on the floor.  He spilled a box of candy all over the floor. He decided it would be fun to jump OVER Connor while he was laying on the floor. (I'm glad I was right there for that one), He went in the fridge and got  into a container of strawberries (I had bought about an hour before) and eat one bit of every single one and then put them in the garbage while I was helping Kaden with homework, he took out EVERY SINGLE ONE of his diapers from the drawer and started throwing them in the air.  When I told him to put them away, he said, No mom... I'm playing with them! He got up over and over and over again tonight (again)... then when Brian got home from work, he had the guts to slowly come tip toeing in with a sly grin on his face and said to Brian, "Dad, I just want to give you a hug and kiss!"   (he knows how to work it doesn't he?)

I tell you what! 2 1/2 years old is my favorite stage of all time.  3 years old is pretty great too, but you hit 3 years 3 months and life is a different story.  I'm exhausted.  This kid is going to drive me to drink.

I love you Bright, but this weeks been tough.