Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Three is the New Two

So you ever hear the saying...Terrible Two's? Of course you have, if you are alive! But here is something they don't tell you, which I found out when my first born turned three, it is Terrible Three's. Yes my friends terrible three's, and three is the new two. If there ever really was a terrible two, which I am suspect of the mere thought. AND I am here to tell you that even if you make it through the first one, the second is still just as bad. Now I know you are thinking, if you did it once how hard can it be the second time around, well...

I remember when my angelic toe headed boy went to sleep the night before his third birthday. He was so sweet. I kissed him goodnight, and little did I know that sometime during that 8 hours of sleep the aliens that make my life h*ll were going to come and get him only to return him on the eve of his fourth birthday. From the morning of his third birthday when he had a meltdown about getting a haircut before his party, until the morning of his fourth birthday when he awoke with a smile on his face and a skip in his step life was awful. He was a completely different child. I swear there were days that I thought I was going to kill him. His sister who turned two during this time on the other hand was so easy to deal with, angelic as a matter of fact.

Well, now I am doing it again. Here I sit hidden in my bedroom to try and get a minutes peace to finish my Bible Study for Thursday night, write a couple of blog entries for my other blog, and hopefully get to bed at a decent hour wondering when the aliens will bring back my beautiful, angelic daughter. Will I really have to wait until she is four. I am not sure I will live that long, and more importantly, will she?

In all seriousness, I love her more than anything. But she is a pistol and she knows how to push EVERY single button I have. And she is strong-willed. Boundaries are a challenge for her. I think that she thinks..."How far can I push it before they actually kill me?" And...she is just the most beautiful girl you have ever seen. And she can be the best little girl you have ever met, kind, gentle, and loving. I am counting the months until her fourth birthday...five months...ten days...two hours...

2 comments:

Cher said...

Great entry! I'm with you, though, in the case of my house, it's all terrible twos--the ones, the twos, the threes, the fours. . . :)

Cullum Family said...

lol....lol....