Is Three the New Two?
Ok, what happened to my sweet little girl? Vivi has gone from utter delight with occasional moments of crankiness to rude, crude, and full of bad attitude. I expected limit-testing and all the things I have been told that go along with being two but our twos were far from terrible. Three, however, is kicking my ass.
It's like a switch was flipped. Vivi repeatedly yells, throws tantrums, and says things in a way that makes me think my daughter is 13 and not 3. She has taken recalcitrant behavior to a whole new level and I'm too tired to do anything but yell back and put her into extended time-outs. It's an ugly scene.
On Friday Vivi and I were butting heads all day and I came very close to spanking her on numerous occasions. (I feel that every parent has the right to make her own decisions about reasonable discipline but I am not in the pro-spanking camp for reasons I won't go into here.) We both made it to bedtime by the skin of our teeth but while I was putting her jammies on, she hauled off and hit me. I was so taken aback that I had to walk out of the room and have my husband take over.
Now, I'm not sooo sleep-deprived that I don't recognize that Vivi's third birthday wasn't long after she got two little sisters. After all , there probably isn't more of a good reason to misbehave than having your world thrown for a double loop! That would be a nice easy explanation for such bad behavior but I think there's more to it. She seems to have an intense desire for independence and to show that she is a "big sister" who can do what she wants.
Like use a black sharpie to draw all over herself...