There is something about this age that is so lovable, hysterical, amazing and magical. But at the same time, down right, pull my hair out, hide under a rock, don't wake me 'til they are 4 frustrating.
We have moments (daily) that are wonderful. I find myself smiling ear to ear and thinking.. "life just doesn't get any better than this." Five minutes later all four kids are in melt down mode and feel like I need to wear a whistle around my neck to keep the peace.. or my sanity.
Yet, each night, when the house is quiet, I wander into the kids room, sit by each of their beds and remember all the amazing things he or she did that day. In those moments the frustrating stuff floats away, my heart swells and I can't wait to start another day.