4 is....Um, Yeah

So I’m trying to think of some good adjective that goes with “4” along the lines of “Terrible Twos”, but I’m coming up totally blank. Both my girls are so, so, so, so different from each other. While Olivia seems to mellow out with age, I’m finding Bea to resist the happy child in her to see what she can take full advantage of.

Her 2’s were more like the “terrific two’s” and we never really saw a tantrum. As for the 3’s, whenever she didn’t like what we had to say, she would basically give herself her own time-out by running to her room and crying for a few minutes and then coming back like not much happened. I’ve heard that the 4's are the worst age, and that kids generally snap out of the chaos, tantrums, etc. at 5. Though, 4? We’re just a few weeks in...and we have at least eleven more months of stuff like this:

Bea: Momma, I’m this many, huh? (she holds up three fingers)
Me: No, honey. You need to add one more finger. You’re four now, not three.
Bea: NO MOM! I’M NOT THAT MANY (in loud screechy tone)!
Me: Bea, you don’t need to yell at me about it. But you are 4, not 3.
Bea: I’M NOT THAT MANY. YOU’RE WRONG! YOU’RE WRONG! (repeat about 20 times)
Me: You need to stop screaming at me right now and calm down.
Bea: You are the meanest mommy EVER!
Me: …
Bea: … (sticks out tongue at me)

So in addition to this little episode, when she doesn’t like something that I tell her, she will now say “you’re so fuzzy, mom!” Which, my interpretation of fuzzy is...something along the lines of bitchy.

With Josh working a lot lately, it’s been a lot to deal with. I can only hope that it’s a phase. Because during these episodes I really miss my bright-eyed, happy-go-lucky girl.