Remember when I wrote this around Mo's third birthday? Back when she was still mostly sweet and innocent and well-behaved?
What happened to my sweet baby girl?!
Three stole her away, that's what. Three is HARD! Everyone talks about the Terrible Twos, but I think that's a misnomer. I think they mean the Therrible Threes. And it's not just me. The other day I posted this on Instagram:
All the moms of three year olds came out to commiserate, and I've never felt so validated in my craziness. Mo is still wonderful and full of life and light, but she is also full of mischief. She ignores us or laughs in our face when we ask her to do something or try to discipline her. It's like she enjoys getting in trouble. At my nephew's birthday last weekend, I busted her picking sprinkles off the cake. As I reached to pull her away, she made a desperate grab and came away with a handful of frosting. Then told me, "Mommy you're so funny" when I tried to discipline her.
Another time she spilled cheerios everywhere, and I asked her clean them up. She refused. I told her we couldn't go to the park as planned until she did. She said she had no interest in the park, even though she spent the morning begging to go. I dread bedtime every night because she fights it, runs away, laughs when we ask her to cooperate. What used to be a pretty simple process is now exhausting. She's also getting into trouble at daycare where she used to be an angel. They ask if I have suggestions since she doesn't respond to consequences, and I'm like, "You're asking ME? I have no idea what I'm doing here!"
Fortunately, she is still sweet as ever to her baby brother. I know that won't last forever, but I'll take it while it lasts. I've been told that three is the worst of it, at least until pre-adolescence. So hopefully we'll all survive this year and then have a short reprieve until Drum reaches three...
Anybody else struggling with a "threenager"?