The day, literally the day, Little A turned 3, her attitude totally changed. She went from being my sweet innocent little toddler to an opinionated little girl. Yes technically she’s still a toddler, but nothing about her screams toddler. She is a very mature, opinionated 3 year old. No idea where she gets that from (#sarcasm). She will tell you how it’s going to be and you better get on board or the water works are coming out. She uses her cuteness to her advantage.
Here are 5 signs you’re living with a threenager.
1. They are always right. It doesn’t matter if the threenager is wrong or right, they are always right. They will argue and argue and argue with you about which neighbor lives on which side of your house, even though you continue to tell them they are wrong because, well, they are. And it’s not “I stand alone on the word of God, the B-I-B-L-E,” it’s “I stand alone on the word of Joan.” I mean duh! Of course someone wrote a Bible sing-along-song about Joan of Ark, not God. Jeez Mom, come on!
2. They negotiate EVERYTHING. You say 5 minutes until bath time, they say 10, and stick with 10. You say you’re reading 2 books before bed, they say 5, then meet you at 3, only after you agree to read 3 the next night as well. They want a puppy from the store, you say no toys and they work you and work you and work you until you finally agree to a 99 cent duck.
3. The attitude! Oh the attitude. I’m talking eye rolls, head snaps, throwing things and hands balled into little fists attitude. And a period after every word when they are frustrated. “I’m. Not. Going. To. Do. It.” Complete with hands in fists and feet stomping.
Which leads straight into #4…
4. “That escalated quickly” aka, drama. I mean honestly, I had no idea how dramatic a 3 year old could be! Everything makes them throw a fit or get upset. You close the pantry door the wrong way they get upset. You give them 2 options of PJs before bed and it’s “let me throw myself on the floor and whine because I don’t want either of those.”
5. They are mini manipulators. Mom said no, so I’ll just go ask dad. Dad said no, so I’ll go tell mom that dad said yes. Happens more than I’d like to admit.
But it’s not always like this. My girl still loves to cuddle and pretend to be my baby and hold mama’s hand when we’re out. She loves with her whole heart and feels with every fiber of her being. So even though these months of threenage-dom are hard sometimes, I welcome each new challenge, knowing that it’s a moment in time and before I know it she’ll be an actual teenager and I’ll be wishing she was my threenager again.