Annie has been really awesome lately. And, she’s also been really awful. Her good moods can turn sour in an instant. But, she can also be screaming about something and then suddenly start laughing. At the end of each day, I feel like I have whiplash.

A taste of the things I hear all day:

“I do it.”
“No, you go get it.”
“Thank you, Mommy!”
“NO I’M NOT!!”
“Mama, this is so beautiful!”
“I don’t WANT time out!”
“Oh I love this!”

Also lots of shrieking, which is typed out like, “EeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEEE!”

It’s another round of hard-core testing, but it feels more intense than last time. I don’t know if it’s because she’s older and smarter, or if she’s just a tiny evil genius. Maybe it’s all of the above.

Pouting because I told her Rigby couldn’t go to the mall with us.

I have been keeping boundaries and staying consistent. I’ve also been working on my patience, which I’ve never had an abundance of. But man, is she stubborn. A few nights ago we had a three-hour standoff over a diaper, specifically that she didn’t want me to change hers. Three. Freaking. Hours. of crying and remaining in a dirty diaper. But then yesterday I gave her a baggie of grapes and she hugged my neck and said, “Thank you, Mama, I love grapes!” over and over for fifteen minutes.

One day she *hates* spaghetti, the next day it’s all she wants to eat.

One day she is begging to go to a movie, the next day she says, “No, I want to stay in my house.”

One night she fights bedtime tooth and nail, the next night she puts herself to bed.

Yesterday morning I said to her, “Annie, can you try to not be a stereotypical toddler today?” And she replied, “BUT I WANT TO.” Then she fed breakfast to her dolls while she sang a song she made up about each of them.

She’s such a cute little nut job.

If you tell me that age three is worse, I will sic a toddler on you.