One of Kyle’s friends from our Pittsburgh days is a fellow blogger (and has been for a lot longer than myself). His wife wrote a guest post the other day that sent shivers up my spine. She claims that the terrible two’s are a piece of cake compared to the behavior of 3 year-olds, and apparently people agree with her. Do you know what gets me through the fits of screaming rage exhibited by my seemingly posessed 2 year old? The hope that three is just around the corner, and the two’s will be happily left behind - that’s what. There are so many letdowns in life, and I guess this is just one more to be added to the list:
There really is no Santa Claus.
Money doesn’t grow on trees.
Love hurts.
And the terrible two’s are just a warm-up for what’s to come.
Great, I think I’ll go add some Bailey’s to my coffee now…
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If it helps, I would say that while the low-points of three-year-oldism are lower than those of two-year-olds, the highs are much higher. For me, anyway. I love the increased level of interaction and being able to communicate on more than just a “I’m hungry I’m tired I have a boo-boo” level. At Adam’s current age, there’s real thought behind what he’s telling us. It’s just that sometimes that thought appears to be just plain evil. The truth is that he’s just pushing boundaries, and it’s our job as parents to set the guidelines and stick with them. It’s exhausting, though. Mentally and physically.
Hang in there.
I’ve got to agree with the hubby. There are some wonderful moments and then there are some that make you want to cry. I know he is testing us; I know he wants to see what he can get away with; I know it is out of sibling rivalry that he hits his sister and I know that when he is really bad and whiny he is just tired but it leaves me absolutely drained.
But then you have a day when he snuggles up with you on the counch and he says “I love you Mommy” and you tend to forget about the other stuff. At least until you hear a loud sound and a little sister wailing in the next room.
I took a great photo the other day of them on the bed together. We’ll pot it soon as our moment of Zen.
I agree with you both. The worst behavior becomes a distant memory when those good moments show up. It’s the days when the bad starts to outnumber the good that we parents feel we are losing the battle in our long fought war of raising independent, free-thinking little people. I second the mental and physical exhaustion that comes with the territory, it’s brutal. Oh and Julie, I’d love to see a picture of the kids - they are so beautiful (I firmly believe that God made kids so darn cute so we wouldn’t stick them in a box and ship them off to our parents). You guys hang in there too because 4 has to be better than 3 (come on, we need a break at some point don’t we).