It’s expected that raising two kids is harder than one, but having a needy three year old and a sick three month old is harder than I thought.
The baby had thrush, not uncommon so I am told, and the toddler has entered his terrible three phase. Anyone who tells you it’s the “terrible twos” is a liar. At age two, my son learned shapes, numbers, colors and most importantly … manners. At three months, my youngest, learned screaming, crying and staying up late.
Well, the baby is almost all better … but the challenge with reining in the “give me’s” and ending the “no, I’m not doing the that’s” with the three year old isn’t even close to finished.
Here comes the fun.