Wow, three is a pain in the ass. But then, there are also some really amazing things about three. Here are a few, mostly to preserve my sanity.
Mia at three understands that there are rules and then there are RULES. Don't take toys from your brother is a rule, and rules are made to be broken. Don't run out into the street is a RULE and we do not fuck with the RULES.
Mia at three spends long stretches of time telling me how much she loves me, that she wants to live with me forever, that I am her favorite person in the whole world.
Mia at three will almost always accept her father as a viable, and often even preferred, alternative to All Mommy All the Time.
Mia at three can entertain herself for long stretches, and frequently devotes that time to drawing a beautiful picture for Mommy.
Mia at three is funny. And not laughing at her funny, but laughing with her. Well ok, we laugh at her a lot, but more and more often she gets the joke, and more and more often it is on purpose.
Mia at three remembers things. Days ago, months, a year, she will scrounge up the most random memories at the strangest times. Life is a constant non sequitur and every conversation is an adventure.
Mia at three understands things. I recently passed some time in line at the American History Museum explaining the American Revolution. I figured I was talking to myself, but she got it. She wants to know more.
And right now, she's in bed saying the Pledge of Allegiance to herself. You really can't beat three.