Little Things
I sat on the floor of a messy room. There were Legos to my left and wooden puzzle pieces strewn about and my naked daughter sat among all the Little Things. It was her 3rd birthday on an otherwise quiet Friday. She didn't know she was any older as I wept about all the Little Things I would miss about her being 2, while feeling some trepidation mixed with excitement over her turning 3. Because when Sueann said she heard that boys experience "Terrible Twos" and girls experience "Theatrical Threes" I knew she was on to something....because there was little about age two that was terrible. The tantrums were few and short lasting. There was a sense of rationality to her fits and I could minimize them with soothing, if not comical, words at her expense. She loves me. But she is becoming quite theatrical. Age 3 has been interesting so far. She spent the weekend chastizing Lloyd when he raised his voice, ever so slightly, in...