Cousin Carson turned five, and there was a party to celebrate. It was held at a gymnastics warehouse, so there was ziplining, trampolines, ropes to swing on, parallel bars, uneven bars, and rock climbing. It was fantastic for kids and parents. In between all this climbing heaven, we had lunch and cake outside.
Most of the 12 kids were five or older, which means Olivia, at three, was the youngest one there. Three year olds are less in control of their emotions than older children. She had not one but two tantrums, and she was the only child there that whole day who cried at all.
Both times, Claus was with her, which meant I got to overhear the other moms good-naturedly laughing about her. It was still kind of embarassing. I know they've been there and they weren't mean, but really? Only my kid making the fuss?
After the party, our family went back to Cousins' house for more playtime. That meant double-heaven for Olivia, because she loves when we are with them.
If I ever worry about her not having a sibling (that's the plan right now), a little interchange I witnessed put my mind more at ease. She is certainly fighting with Carson as if they were siblings.
Someone stepped on someone's coloring book, or took someone's Crayon or what have you, and then there was some disowning going on. "You're not my cousin anymore." "Oh yeah? You're never going to be my cousin again."
Break for tattling to respective parents. Cooling off period with a nice cold cup of juice. Friends again.
Yeah, she'll be OK.
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