It’s hard to believe that it took 10 years for us to be blessed with this handsome lil’ fella but it did and now he’s a three year old terror. Can someone tell me who the heck made up the terrible two’s because they were wrong. It’s the terrible three’s. Three–where they can do everything by themselves, start talking back, understand that ‘no’ makes smoke come out my nose & ears, and copy what everyone says.
“Mom, I need to crap”. Ahhh, such an accomplishment to finally get a three year old to understand potty training but teaching #2 or the poop seems to be a daunting task. So for now, ‘taking a crap’ will have to do.
And did I mention that throwing everything he can in the toilets is one of his favorite hobbies. Lovely isn’t it? Not to mention the constant dinosaur growling ALL.THE.TIME.
Despite his tiny terror ways, he melts my heart. His frowning face, saying “You make me sad”, when I have to get on to him just turns me into fluff. His 5 minute morning cuddles and the hands on hip poses make it all worth it.