Four and a half is challenging. Its not the terrible twos…actually the twos weren’t that bad at all. The threes were a bit rough. But this has been the most challenging. Four and a half is defiance. four and a half is letting go off my hand and running off in the middle of the mall. Four and a half is back to back time outs. Four and a half is a constant state of negotiation. I can handle the dawdling over shoes or breakfast, I can handle the whining even. I can’t handle the defiance, that moment when he just says no when I ask him to do something. There are fewer and fewer cuddles, more and more jumping and wrestling.
But four and a half is also sweet. I adore the non stop chatter coming from the back seat when we drive around. I love that he wants to share everything with me and I’m still his favorite person. This conversation sums up all the awesomeness of four and a half
Me: Thanks for helping me with the laundry, you have been a really good helper today
Bun: yeah, I am a good helper Are you glad you borned me?
Me: Yes, I’m glad I borned you
Bun:I’m glad you picked me.
And the five minutes later we are back to the spitting and shouting and yelling.
Four and a half will also pass and maybe I’ll say it wasn’t so bad. But right now…its a challenge