I feel like the Little Engine that Could sometimes when it comes to being a mom. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and pray a quick and silent prayer, "Please God, let it be a "normal" day!" I should just stop praying that prayer while I have little children, especially a 3 year old, or I should change my idea of what "normal" is. Why does 3 have to be such a difficult age? Why do we (parents) have to go through this trying time of their independence and growth? Why can't we just have a normal, uneventful day while he is 3? I remember it being so difficult for me to deal with when Izzy was 3, and when Jake was 3 I was in a blur having 3 children 3 and under. Maybe it's not them... it's me? I know the saying, "distance makes the heart grow fonder." I've never heard, "parenting a 3 year old makes the heart grow fonder." Does that mean that I should send him away until he is 4? (smile). I don't understand how he can make me laugh and cry in the same 5 minutes. If I could describe to you Andrew at 3 years old, it would be this- A mix breed of Tasmanian Devil holding a marker and a naughty little monkey on the loose throwing bananas at people. Brenton and I joke about his ability to so quickly swoop into a room, cause destruction, and then blow out of the room in a blink of an eye. I know we will get through this year, it might bring about my first gray hairs, but we will survive. I think I can... I think I can... I think I can.