The Terrible Threes

Connor turns three next week! Monday to be exact - it's shocking, I can't believe he is growing up so fast, yet that's of course what everyone says to you when you have kids. Mike and I have marveled about how we escaped the "Terrible Twos", we have now arrived at the "Terrible Almost Threes". Everyone who I have discussed this phenomenon with has also said "Yes - it's not the terrible twos - just wait for the threes".

mmm...ok, well how did two get such a bad rap then? I need to get out my What to Expect Toddler book, because the parenting magazines are not helping. Mike is the calm in the storm when faced with an unruly three year old - I'm a lot more stressed out. When he is whining, its really pretty taxing, but he's also a lot of fun right now. His language skills are really good, and he says the funniest things.

He seems to be over his virus, and Olivia seems to be doing much better, but still has a runny nose going on. The virus has now attacked Mike, who got sick at work yesterday. It's interesting - when you are little, school calls Mom & Dad and says come and pick up your germy child. When you are at work - you can get sick, and no one seems really phased.

Wouldn't it be nice if someone came and got you and put you to bed?