Oh three...

Three has not been my favorite age I can tell you that! The Pickle and I have been traveling over some bumpy roads these past few month. I cannot believe the mood swings that can take place in a three year old.

I can totally see him as he feels out the line and how close he is to it and did he cross it? Sitting at the dinner table one minute he is telling me some little thing about his day and two seconds later he has on his angry voice telling me "I'm MAD at you Momma!" Just to see what sort of reaction that will bring. I know that if I respond to it that it will only lead to a pointless argument with a three year old that will end with us both being mad at each other. So I ignore it and pretend it wasn't said.

My biggest moments of frustration come when we are trying to do something nice for him. Like walking to get ice cream (well, I get ice cream, he would rather have the $.25 sucker), I tell him he needs to put his shoes on. He responds "You put YOUR shoes on Momma!" Or "NEVER!" I'm not sure where this new proclamation of "NEVER!" has come from but it sure comes out at funny times. So, time rolls by as I try and get the Chickadee ready to go and turn to find that he still doesn't have his shoes on. Arg! Now he wants to bring some toy with him, or something odd like a Tupperware bowl... uh... why?

I'm totally at odds between being overbearing and just demanding that he drop everything and do what I say, or think about giving him a little space and allow him to make decisions and express himself.

Ugh... On days I'm not home I miss them to death and days I am home I sometimes just can't wait for nap time... even thought that is going to be a fight too!

I am ready for three to move on.... lets do two twice!