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Three's a Crowd!

Have i ever told you that i hate crowds? I really get uncomfortable in crowded rooms, long lines, and busy places. I am more of a stay-at-home, peace-and-quiet kinda gal.

Well, what they say about three being a crowd is too true! We have three children now, and the house is almost never peaceful OR quiet. In addition to the number of little bodies running around trying to get their own way, the Littlest Angel is now three years old - and for anyone with more than one child, you know that the Terrible Two's have got NOTHING on the second- or third-born child going through the Throw 'Em Back Threes!

These days, nothing goes unchallenged:
"Honey, if you want to go outside, you have to put pants on. It is too cold to wear shorts," Mommy explains.
"I won't be cold," counters the Negotiator calmly.

"You can't have candy right now; it is too close to bedtime," Mommy says.
"It okay; i not tired, Mommy," counters the Negotiator calmly.

"I will read you a story after I am done with my work," promises Mommy.
"Done now, Mommy?" she asks after climbing to her new position between me and the computer.

"You need to clean up those puzzle pieces before you can watch Caillou," reminds Mommy.
"You can do it," counters the Negotiator calmly.

There just isn't enough room in our house for all three of these little people to have their own way! On top of that, there are whole outlines of hierarchy inside their own heads, and somehow they have all come up with the same solution: i will be demoted to make room for them!

I realize that the Throw 'Em Back Threes are temporary; i have done it a time or two before. My question is this: In order to totally solve the problem of THREE, do i have to have FOUR? God, please, no.

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