What throws a temper tantrum, crosses her arms, slumps on the bed and exclaims "YOU DESTROYED MY WHOLE LIFE!"? No, I am not the mother to a teenage girl... she is THREE! Lord help me.
Between the constant battle of her only wanting to wear a dress, pushing her brother, and just being set on go at all times, my biggest goal for her is to take the diva out of the equation. I do not want to squash the person she is growing up to be, but there has to be some restraint. For my son, age three was the worst, and shortly after his fourth birthday things just clicked into place. He became laid back, followed directions, and helped lead sister to do the right things. Granted she was two, and I don't care what all the books say, or that saying "terrible twos", two was a fabulous age. Three... that is what they don't tell you.
I am hoping as her fourth birthday is approaching that she too will mellow out a little... deep down, I doubt it! haha. In all seriousness, I love this spunky little girl, and I hope to nurture the spunk, humor and compassion that comes out of her, I just want the drama queen to take a hike!
Keep your fingers crossed, I have a count down on my calendar, 21 more days.
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