My son is a happy boy.  He’s quite…spirited by nature.  He’s inquisitive, thoughtful, and so damn smart.  And he has a memory that I’d kill for.

When he was two, booooy was he two.

I believe that God made BC an adorable angelic like sleeper to remind me that I wanted to keep him in spite of his more difficult days.

Two was a year of extremes.

BC was bad.  So bad.

but

He was also good, so good!

He learned incredible things while two.  His letters, compassion, kindness.

Sometimes, however, those lessons appeared in the form of ….let’s see.. 15 to 30 time outs a day.  A DAY.

On more than one occasion.

My son is a spirited soul.

But happy.

When I’d roll my eyes and say, “Ya, he’s two and has been since he was about 18 months old.  I’m looking forward to three to hit. Soon.”

The recipient, usually a mom of older kids, would say, “Ya?  Just wait until three. You’ll wish two would make  a comeback.”

Great.

Not what I wanted to hear.  Where was my gold at the end of the rainbow?  The light at the end of the tunnel?  Where was my relief?

Well, we made it through the twos, relatively unscathed.  Now we are smack dab in the middle of the threes and it has dawned on me what an amazing child I actually have!

BC’s behavior is not nearly as erratic as it was last year.  He’ a fantastic communicator and loves to talk to anyone, preferably older then him.  He is so gentle and kind to younger kids, just about always.  He rarely gets timeouts anymore, just one to two a day!

And he can clean.  Hubby, in his months long hiatus from work to recover from his shoulder, has turned my son into a cleaning machine.

Three has been great.

Sure there are the attitudes, the angry roars, the glares, the pouts.  But BC forgives me for them and we all get on with the day! :-)

So next time someone tries to swipe your gold at the end of the rainbow, just remember, three has been better than two for us!