Lola turned three today.
And I’m exhausted.
I thought she had her moments when she was two, but if today is anything to go by then I’m in for an interesting year.
When Amy and Carly turned three I breathed a sigh of relief. By the time they reached three they were both on the down slope of their most challenging and difficult and hard-to-control behaviours. Or at least that’s what I remember. And since I didn’t keep a blog or a diary at the time to prove otherwise, in my mind they will always be immortalized as being the most perfect children from the age of three up until I started to write this blog.
But Lola, well, Lola is another child altogether. She’s…
[Excuse me a moment while I talk to Amy. She wants to know whether I use tampons!]
Ok. Tampon crisis averted. Where was I? Oh, yes. Lola.
Lola will be a force to be reckoned with when she’s older. But right now, well right now, I would describe her as among other things sheer bloody-minded.
For example, a snippet from just one of our many birthday conversations today.
“Lola, do you know that you share your birthday with Princess Kate, a real-life princess?”
Lola looks at me with total disdain. “No, I don’t.”
“You do!” I smile. “And one day Princess Kate is going to be the Queen of England!”
“No, she’s not!” Lola practically spits the words out at me. “And anyway today is my birthday!”
Okey-dokey, moving swiftly on…