Don't let that face fool you. This kid is Corinne's payback for her own willful, volatile childhood. My mom calls her a 'tempest in a teapot,' but I wasn't feeling so generous when I told Ada during a particularly long, loud, and inescapable car-tantrum that she had caused my uterus to shrivel up, turn to ash, and blow out the window.
Fortunately, the fitful:happy ratio with Ada is about 20:80, and when she's not throwing dirt in her mom's face during a meltdown she is pure, enchanting, incandescent joy. I flew out of Idaho Falls early yesterday morning and went straight to work from the airport, so it wasn't until last night that I was finally able to plug in my memory card and iPhone and reminisce and smile and laugh and make Jon admire every picture and video, and it was JUST like that thing where you give birth then you forget the pain because MY HEAVENS that is a beautiful child.
For the record, this happened after the car-tantrum and my uterus regenerated:
Happy birthday you wonderful, passionate, beautiful, contrary, radiant little 3-year-old typhoon. Miss you already.