Everyone sits there and says “just wait until your kid turns two. The Terrible two’s are evil.”
They lied. Two was nothing. Two was a cakewalk. Three…oh three. The hardest year for Little Miss was definitely 3 (so far). And as of January 13, 2013, 3 for Little Man, seems to be following suit. He turned 3 and all of a sudden my sweet sweet boy was throwing…wait for it….
I am not a fan of the temper tantrum. Not a fan at all. And they happen ALL. THE. TIME. By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I love my sweet Little Man…I don’t love temper tantrums just because I said he didn’t need juice. I don’t love temper tantrums when he asks for chocolate and I say no and I really don’t like temper tantrums when we’re out shopping because that will 100% cause me to leave the store immediately (he hasn’t done this one yet…so far they’ve all been at home).
Someone send help. Hold me. Tell me everything’s going to be alright and take me back in time to January 13th so we can start the age of 3 on the right foot. Terrible two’s? Nope…Terrible, horrible, no good, very bad 3’s!