There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, She was very good indeed, But when she was bad she was horrid.
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ol' Henry must have had a three year old when he wrote this.
Everyone told me three was a rough age. I figured the good news was I knew what to expect. I had no idea how brutal it would actually be.
One the one hand, three is a really fun age. SB's development is in high gear, and it is so fun to watch. Hubby and I are amazed at how much she knows and is learning every day. We love the conversations we get to have with her. On her good days.
On the other days? She shocks us with how ugly she can be. It makes our heads spin. And we cannot get to bedtime fast enough.
Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde have got nothing on a three year old.
SB can be so incredibly sweet. And so amazingly awful. There doesn't seem to be any in between. Recently, she had a really long sweet phase. It was wonderful. It ended about a week ago.
Now, we appear to be in an ugly phase. Hubby was off for July 4 and home all day. That evening, as we prepared for SB's bedtime routine, he looked at me and whispered, "This day has been hell."
The days are long, but the years are short.
I don't know who came up with that one, but it is spot on! And I try to remind myself of this whenever we have a horrid day. Watching this video I made for SB's third birthday helps, too. They aren't all horrid, and this age won't last forever. Right?!