My Little Buttercup

This week we celebrated Emily's 3rd birthday. I can't believe my youngest is three now. It makes me feel like I should probably get cracking if we want to have any more little munchkins. But, that is for another years post.
Emily was the perfect birth. I was induced first thing in the morning. I had Emily around 1:30 in the afternoon. I relaxed and enjoyed her for the rest of the day and left the hospital promptly the next morning. It was awesome. And Emily was an easy baby. She is not so easy now seeing as she still has absolutely no intention to potty train and she likes to make me smell her feet. (She does it just to irritate me too.) Speaking of irritating me on purpose, yesterday Emily dropped a cracker on the floor. I picked it up and told her not to drop anymore on the floor because it would make a mess. I headed toward the stairs only to hear the sound of another falling cracker. Emily, you need to pick that up. She smiled her evil smile and said "you pick it up." Then, to up the stakes, she put her foot right over the cracker, taunting me with smashing it.
Hmmm. "Emily, you are going to have to clean up what ever mess that cracker makes." I continued up the stairs. Later when I came back down I found the broom, dust pan, and cracker bits in the place Emily had been. I confess, I finished cleaning up the mess. I mean, she had obviously given it some effort. She's a handful. All of our kids our sometimes. But, I love that. It shows personality and independence. Right?