And maybe because I had just had Piper when Riley turned three. Or maybe it was just three. But three was rough. Over the top meltdowns, rabid animal-style yelling, and the surge of independence but not the ability to do anything quickly ever. There were things I loved about three, like no nappies and no potty. And the huge language explosion. And watching her personality grow and change and emerge. Sometimes she would try something on her little personality to see how it fit and after awhile it would disappear but sometimes whatever she was trying on would stick too. And there it would stay. But I won’t lie. Alot of it was hard as well.
I occasionally took to Twitter to get people to assure me that it would get better and that three wasn’t forever. Twitter was less than reassuring. I even heard a few people scoffing at me like I did to people babbling about two year olds. Just wait until 4 they were saying. And I trembled in my boots. Because honestly I didn’t see a way it could get much more challenging than it already was. Oh I’m sure it could have, but that’s how it felt.
And sure we are only a few weeks in to four. This might be the honeymoon phase. But so far? I love four. Four is fun. All the great things about three with a whole lot less of the drama. And so far the most remarkable thing about four is just how relaxing it is.
And the best part? Three year age gap between my girls so I don’t have to do three again for another two years.