As long as I'm on the kick of catching up, I started this post a year ago. I have always said 3 is the toughest age. Mainly because they want to do everything they can't do and at the same time they absolutely don't want to do anything they should do. Frankie was the last to potty train, sleep through the night (we're still not there), wean, etc. So it should come as no surprise that he's the last to exit the tantrum phase. The tantrums are still happening, but they are less frequent and over more reasonable issues so less entertaining. Anyway, this is as far as I got last year. I am sure I had great intentions of coming back to share more examples...
Frankie and I have entered into that stage where we have a daily battle of wills. And it looks like I have really met my match with this one. Here are a few recent episodes:
I wouldn't let him have ice cream for breakfast. I made the mistake of letting him see me go into the freezer for some chicken, and he decided he wanted ice cream. After he quite screaming (for a good 45 minutes), he switched to arguing for awhile, and I felt like Sam-I-Am from Green Eggs and Ham. To everything I offered, he said, "No, I won't eat cheese on it. No, I won't eat a banana on it. No, I won't eat peanut butter on it. No, I won't eat oatmeal on it." I have no idea why he kept saying "on it" by the way - he must have thought I was suggesting these things in addition to his coveted ice cream. In the end, he refused to eat anything all morning. It was after noon before he finally calmed down and accepted some yogurt and raspberries for lunch.
I wouldn't let him drive the car. (5 minutes)
Daddy drove the car instead of Mom. (The entire car ride)
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