My 2 (nearly 3 year-old) has had a horrible, no good, very bad week! My poor husband arrives home at the end of the day and I basically toss my hands in the air and head to any room where this defiant, stubborn, fit throwing, screeching kid is not. I love him, but I can’t take another tantrum. Terrible twos? Nah. Three is where the real adventure begins. It’s an amazing age where their true personality emerges – for the good and bad.
I had to smile yesterday when this kid
who is known to wear his pants backward, his coat upside down, and two mismatched boots, and who is not shy about picking his nose and eating it, surprised me with a very adult come back.
Part of his incessant whining involves an insistence on constantly watching television and only eating snack foods. Needless to say, this is a no-go at our house. I finally looked at him yesterday and said the following:
“You know, Ezra, you can’t just eat snacks all the time. Eating lunch and dinner are just part of life.”
His response: “That’s not the life I want.”
And that’s the magic of three. Always a surprise. I feel the same way, kid. Here, have a fruit snack and watch some Big, Big Friend.
Nathaniel is in a tantrum throwing/crazy phase. Here’s to us surviving!
Oh my! 🙂
You know, I always shake my head when people say the “terrible twos”. Twos were nothing compared to the threes for us!!