I LOVE THREE

I have always loved the age three.  And the more children I have the more I love it.  I will always regret not appreciating Cariña as much as did with the other ones, but I am guessing she is not the first eldest that gets an overly strict mother that loosens up with the more kids she has. I guess that is why the youngest always seems to get spoiled. :) 

Things I love about three in no particular order.  I love they they are still so young but they can communicate.  They say the funnest things. They say things like noco instead of moco.

Things like biting toenails seems quite logical, but sticking your finger in your ear and having it taste like earwax is quite a discovery.

They have such dear, sweet friendships that flourish most when they are not around the friend. :)

They still have so many baby features. 

They refuse to take naps but the crash wherever and in the most uncomfortable positions possible..

They have conversations that goes as follows,

Xenia: "I love hellokilly."

mom: "You love hellokilly?"

X: "Not hellokilly, HellokiLLy."

M:  "HellokiLLY?"

X: "No, hellokiLLY!"

M: "HellokiTTy?"

X: Yes, hellokilly."  and then walks away.

They always give the sweetest hugs.  

They are so willing to try new things and yet are still so small.

I still can't believe she went on this ride.

They work so hard to keep up with their siblings.

I can't believe she is not three anymore.  How sad!