I’m Raising a Threenager

I had heard about the Terrible Twos. I read up on it. I talked to other moms. I Googled. I thought I was prepared. And, for the most part, I was. I expected mood swings, appetite changes, tantrums and other weird behaviors that would make any parent think her sweet child was possessed by the devil (or a Bravo housewife). And that word, “No.” I mean, I’ve spent most of my adult life trying to use that word more. But kids should be preprogrammed without it. But no one told me about the Threes. To be honest, my son wasn’t too bad in his twos. He didn’t have any sleep regressions, he didn’t suddenly turn into a picky eater, he didn’t lie down in the middle of the grocery store screaming because I wouldn’t let him eat an entire box of Honey Nut Cheerios. Really, the only challenge we had came in the form of potty training. (We don’t talk about it.) I remember then thinking, “Well, the Twos weren’t that bad.” Then the Threes came. I read nothing about the Threes—and now I know why. When you have a 3-year-old, there’s no time to sit down and pen a …