Is this what we're in for?

A friend from school recently told me that the "three's" are the most difficult age.  He has two children, a son three months older than Michael and a daughter who is in kindergarten.  I smiled politely and thought, "Whatever!  I don't believe it.  My son is so cute and sweet!" (Ha.)

  

Actually, though, my friend is right!  It's been two weeks since Michael's third birthday, and I believe that friend's theory.  Wholeheartedly.  From the lack of potty training/voluntarily pooping in the underwear (makes me want to VOMIT!!), to the night time temper tantrums, to the refusal to share, and to this newfound sense of independence/big boy-ed-ness (made up a word...):  I believe that friend.  

In fact, I think a number of people have warned me about the "three's".   I just put those negative comments out of my mind because we were blissfully living in the land of the "terrible two's".  Maybe I'm just especially tired and cranky, but I think that we've hit a little speed bump, or a maybe a deer in the middle of the road.  I'm not sure really sure what you'd call what we've hit, but I do know that it's been a difficult two weeks since we've hit the three's!  And, if your child has not hit the three's?  Beware.  : ) 

This photo is indicative of our current situation, he chose to wear a winter hat (that doesn't fit) on a walk around the neighborhood.  The temperature has been in the 90's for the past week.  My thought on the matter:  Fine, Michael.  You want to wear a hat that is going to make you miserably hot?  Fine.  I'm trying my best to pick only the very best battles.