Life as a three and a half year old is a study in hearing the word no. A lot. I read a blog post a while back about saying yes--to most everything. Hogwash. I think I've posted about this before. I continue to find this concept is a big ol' challenge. I find that Elliott hears "no" as the big brother to a year and a half old sister and 6 week old brother far too often. I am trying to stop and ask, "why not?" Not easy. By a long shot. I am le tired. It seems as though every waking moment of their lives I am busy--running from one chore to another. I want to say "no." It is easier. And honestly, that's what I say quite a bit. However the result is a helluva lot of whining. Which makes me bonkers.
Elliott has been asking repeatedly to make a cake. Random. BUT we managed it. A lemonade cake straight from Pinterest. For this moment, the no was conquered. Seeing the joy at the end result was worth finding the time (and energy) to say "yes."