From my vast experience, let me tell you three year-olds aren't a whole lot easier...sometimes even more difficult.
Some days, it's too easy to get frustrated, too easy to take them for granted, and too easy to wish away a couple months. Then you get reminded by, oh say, maybe your husband, that we (he and I, the ones in the deep of it) will miss this.
We'll miss this.
We'll miss the cute pronunciations like ambudamps (ambulance - S), butnon (button - S), wumping (something - G), Bun (Sam - G).
We'll miss the cute attachments to night-nights or stuffed animals like Grey's baby lion, or Baby Wion, to whom he says, "I'm gunna nuggle you now, Baby Wion." precious
We'll miss the wonky teeth
You see those three sweet little faces at the top of this page? I know we'll miss all this stuff that sometimes seems overwhelmingly frustrating, because I know there will come a time, soon I think, where some of the child-like innocence is lost.
So until I'm just gonna do my best to soak it all up while I can.