Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Three is the magic number

If you grew up in the 80s, then you probably remember Schoolhouse Rock. I have recently come to the conclusion that they're right: Three is indeed the magic number. You know why? Because 2 is very definitely not cool at all. I'm not kidding.
Josh turned 2 a couple of weeks ago, and overnight, he was crazy, hyper, wild, and bad bad bad. It didn't help that we went to Florida and he boycotted sleeping for a week. By the end, I was exhausted and he was a totally out-of-control maniac. I still loved him, but I didn't necessarily like him very much. I probably shouldn't be that honest, but it's true.
Now that we're home and he's back on a sleeping schedule that actually includes naps and more than 8 hours of sleep each night, he's definitely better. But he's still bossy, opinionated, overly independent, and way too busy. He's a teenager trapped in a 2-year old body.
I've heard that 3 is worse. I'm praying that's not true. My niece is 5 months older, and she hasn't slowed down. That's not very encouraging.
So, God, I'm asking praying begging you...let 3 be good. And 4 be better. And make him a perfect angel by age 5. Wouldn't that be nice?