Our Tiny Human just turned three-years-old. And with the “Terrible Twos” behind us, I thought things would flip like a light switch as the final smoke wafted from her blown-out-candles.
And it did. We went directly into the “Threenager Stage.”
It’s really not THAT bad. In fact, I like her more now than I did this time three years ago after 12 hours of Pictocin-induced labor with no pain meds. (Side note: I have, of course, always loved her. She is just more fun and like a real peoples now and stuff.)
Anywho, this girl is something else. Talk about a box of chocolates– you never know what you are gonna get with her. [Read more…]
