Three can be challenging.
Three can be creative.
Three can be fabulous.
T's parents got the joy of spending 7 days with just G while T and I took B with us on a quick trip to London. She had times of great joy and times of great...angst.
Three is such a crazy age. She is so full of love and cuddles one minute, followed quickly by a tantrum for some crazy reason (my recent favorite was the fact that May 1 was NOT Christmas morning) followed by a song and dance routine. Most of her struggles seem to stem from the fact that she can't have whatever she wants EXACTLY when she wants it. Then there are those days, oh those days, when she will ask for something and we'll say yes and she still throws a fit because...well, I am not sure why she is throwing a fit. I think it feels so insane right now because she is the youngest and as her brother learns patience and reasoning, her lack of both seems so extreme.
For now, I will soak up the cuddles when they come, try to stay patient when she isn't and try not to get worked up when it isn't Christmas morning on May 1.
1 comment:
We are thankfully in a long stretch of 3 as great. No major tantrums in quite some time. I am so relieved. I was about to jump off the deep end but we finally realized he needed a lot more discussion about his adoption. It really did help.
We are in a long stretch of not listening though.
Post a Comment