Pippeley Poppeley Poop

Hannah banana is entering the lovely age of 3. People speak of the terrible twos...I would much rather argue with a two year old than a three year old....Three year olds have very strong opinions and there's not much you can do to "redirect". I fear I've created a "monster" in my sweet little Hannah. I've given into many of her whims and now we are all paying for this. She likes what she likes and likes it when she likes to like it...period! Some examples.....When she wakes up in the morning and wants to get out of bed...only Mommy can do this..if someone else does it and brings her to mommy...she wants mommy to put her back to bed and get her out again...she will not be civil until it is done that way!......If she is dancing in her seat and we are sure it is the "potty dance" and we take her to the bathroom she will announce "I can't push" and will refuse to go unless it's her idea in the first place.........She wakes at 2am and announces she needs to have her gymnastics outfit on, right now....I put it on her...I needed sleep!!!...she was happy and went right back to bed. This is the stage that reminds me of Bill Cosby when he speaks of the three year old screaming "MINE..MINE...MINE!!!" over and over again...he instructs the 7 year old to just give it to her and comments that she has things of his too!! There is a sweet side too...I guess that's how you make it through the threes! Hannah has this wonderful imagination now...she loves Dora and knows all the characters by heart...she walks around saying "over the doghouse, through the mountains, to the party!" over and over. She also loves all things girlie. She loves to wear lipgloss and have her hair done and wear pretty dresses. My friend Brenda watches the little two while I work, she has two little girls and Hannah is in girlie heaven over there! She has been turned on to Cinderella...she walks around the house saying "pippeley poppeley poop" and "becomes" Cinderella. This morning she told me I was the "Mother God Fairy Mother". I started to sing her the song and she looked at me like I was a kook for a moment and then broke into a big grin and came and gave me a big hug.....I guess I can get through the rough moments when I get those big squeezes...it makes it all worth it!!! And I know I must enjoy these moments because sooner than I know what happened she will become a teenager and I'll miss every second of the Horrible Threes!