What does 3 mean?

Holly — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 17:26:50 +0000

Sometimes I wonder about three? Why can’t it go 2 then 4? And in this case can’t the three stage pass by as well? Three… three…three…the most awesome number of absolute misunderstanding. By the time three o’clock rolls around each evening I start counting the hours down…only three more until we can start getting ready for bed… I scrub three heads, change three diapers, button up three sets of jammies, and brush three sets of teeth (actually one set of gums).

My 3 girls

Then we are ready for bed and for some reason all three girls are happy and ready to play. So we read three books (one for each) get three drinks of water to take to bed, find three comfort blankets, and trudge up the stairs. Then we say three sets of prayers, and I give away three wonderful kisses and three I love you’s and receive three loves in return.

Oh the wonderful world of three. I LOVE IT!

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Winter and a horse trough

Holly — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 15:57:03 +0000

A good winter crust comes once and if we’re lucky twice a year. This year it came twice, and we took full advantage of the hard snow for a fun filled morning of sledding and fun. My dad came over on the four-wheeler this crisp and white morning to take the girls sledding, right in the middle of breakfast. Have you ever tried to feed applesauce to two little girls who no longer desire the luscious taste of cold mushy green stuff, and have learned the art of dumping and spreading to make it look gone? Quickly they hopped out of their little chairs and ran to get their snow gear stating, “Whoa it’s all gone!” It only took a few stomped on toes and “get back here so I can zip up your coat!” before they were out the door. Grandpa pulled the girls for at least an hour on the crusted snow and Kya (who just turned three) screamed with delight as she tried to surf on the sled. The horses stared lazily, munching their breakfast, and roaming the frozen field uninterested in the screams and rather loud event playing on around them. After my quick morning jog, my mom grabbed the camera to go take pictures of the girls. This is almost an impossible feet with my three year old who refuses to cooperate for anything other than Scooby Doo, in the end we got a few side shots.

Against the fence there resides a very empty water trough that has been repatched with tar and other dark goos, the perfect play place for two little girls. The bottom was covered with ice (it was still only 25 degrees) and the girls slid themselves over the side learning quick that it was necessary to hold on or they would splat on their rumps. For 20 minutes the girls entertained themselves in the trough, laughing, giggling and sliding all over the icy bottom, while I got a few minutes to enjoy life, sunshine, and a beautiful morning.

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Bow Giggles

What does 3 mean?

Winter and a horse trough