It Ain’t All Roses

I write a lot about the good in our lives. What accomplishments the children well, accomplish, the wonderful family time we spend. All things that I want to remember and enjoy writing about. It’s not all like that, and boy do I have a whopper, with video, of today’s spectacle.

It’s Noelle’s birthday. She is 6. My little girl, the one that tossed me into the throngs of Motherhood, is growing up. It’s been a magical six years and as always, I will recall that moment when the doctor announced she was a girl and held her tiny body over the curtain, on her day. Oh, pure magic.

That moment was lost during this evenings shenanigans . She was in in rare form! Before this I enjoyed helping in her class Christmas party and picking her up from school on this last day before break. Then we went and picked up her cake. A grand horse cake.

A cake that had Noelle lighting up from the inside out. Her goofy, hole filled smile was plastered on her face and she stared at the cake. It was a exactly what she wanted.

We opened presents. She was smiles and enjoyed them all. Gracious and sweet, our Noelle.

And then it was time for cake. Noelle shed her adorable outer shell and a demon appeared. The cake, beautiful, and donned with horses was not about to be cut into and destroyed. She wouldn’t have it. She climbed and clambered with all her might to not let us cut it. Tom and I were in shock. It quickly wore off as we tried to get the situation under control. Soon we were annoyed and chalked it up to being tired and just overwhelmed with the day. She was out-of-control to the tenth degree.

And without further ado, for future blackmail purposes, I give you a ridiculous video. A video that will go down in history as a typical display of embarrassing magnitude!

Upon viewing the video Noelle was apologetic. She said, "I look ridiculous" then proceeded to give me a hug and say sorry for acting that way. Yep, that helped. It doesn't take away the sheer hilarity of the situation. This video will be stored in the, "BC" (blackmailing children) folder.

See, it's not always as lovely as I write about. Tantrums are frequent and situations are blown way out of proportion by little ones that are learning how to deal with emotions, disappointment, and life. You can only chuckle, teach a little life lesson, and move on.