To be 3 ½ again.  When your biggest concern in life is that your Mom (me) didn't let you squeegee the shower, even though when asked you said you didn't want to do it.  Yes, that little incident caused a melt down - a huge melt down.  My Number One Son lost it, as only an overly tired 3 ½ year old can.  He sat in the shower crying that he wanted his water.  Luckily I was able to get my screaming child into his room and get his PJs on - while he was still crying mind you.  The only thing that calmed him down tonight was the Frosty the Snowman book which we sang three times before it was time for bed.  Thanks Frosty, you saved me tonight.

Seeing that I shared my low moment with Number One Son (so named as he is the eldest of my two sons.  Number Two is a year old)  I think I should be fair and share one of my highlights with him today as well.  We were listening to my iPod on the way home from daycare on Friday and today and he wanted to hear Fergie sing the "Don't Cry" song.  By the end of the trip today, he was belting out the chorus with gusto.  I don't know if he got any of the words right (other than "Big Girls Don't Cry", but he got the tune.  It cracked me up.  So cute.

And at the end of the day, the huge hug and kiss you get before he goes to sleep wipes out all of the low points of the day.  That moment is priceless.