He's So Three

Okay. So the two's were pretty terrible. Well, I guess in their own way they were. Started around 15 or so months. And at around 20 months or so we were for sure in the midst of losing our minds. We muddled through the tantrums, the screaming, the sit-ins on the floor of Hobby Lobby & then all-out-hissy-fits in the line at Target. But honestly? When I was told three was worse than two? I thought obviously they are smoking some serious crack because it can't be much worse than this.

I was so wrong. Three is worse than two. There. I admit it. White flag waving ~ You Were So Right.

Thing is? It's a different kind of worse. It's bad on a way different level than I place the Twos. Don't get me wrong ~ there is fit-pitching and whining and we still have sit-ins at Hobby Lobby. But the limit pushing! The all-out defiance! The getting emotional over a piece of Kleenex fer cryin' out loud!

It seemingly happened overnight. One minute he's this kid that loves Elmo and Clifford and Big Big World. He sleeps fairly well. He does great with routine. The hugs! The kisses! My goodness he can be so sweet!

Then BAM! he is like a teenager with permanent PMS. Happy to crying in .5 seconds. Today? He wanted me to carry the video not daddy. And opps my bad I opened his car door and we had to put him back in & let him open the door just to get him inside.

Three year olds must have permanent snotty noses with all this carrying on they do. No really I'm serious.

But then? Just as quickly as he cries over little things eighty billion times & I lose my temper eleventy trillion times, he makes my heart smile. He hugs me - a Big Neck Hug. He wants to sit in mommy's lap. And he's just my heart.

He's cute, you know. I just hope we both survive the age of three.