Thirty-Five.

Birdy,People warned me about the “terrible threes,” alluding to the fact that a two year old was a cakewalk when compared to the parenting quandary that is a three year old.“Of course,” I said at the time, sighing and picturing myself in the future, working on my knitting whilst my perfectly-behaved child tugged my shirtsleeve, asking politely for a bowl of quinoa because she was done coloring a picture for our elderly neighbor across the street.What I should have pictured was: “Oh my God, three is freaking HARD,” swiping my hair out of my eyes with a sticker-covered wrist whilst my crazytown kid ran by covered in play-dough, with a winter hat and no pants on.My darling Birdy … you’re off the wall.  You exist on two levels these days:  asleep and cranked up to eleven.  I think you’re capable of lifting and shaking the house, like it’s Boggle, because you’re able to destroy a completely clean room in fifteen seconds or less.  You are faster than me, your will is stronger than mine, and you have more questions than I have answers.  You spin around until you fall down, dizzy, and you think the cats’ tails are akin to jump ropes.  You don’t ever sit down.  You watch television while standing on your head.  I think I saw you climb a tree using your teeth last week.I know this is completely normal and expected behavior for a toddler-becoming-a-kid, but it is exhaus...
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