The Many Faces of Three

Oh, three. 

Perhaps three is the age that starts to define parents. Challenges them. Nudges them toward really living out their parenting philosophy. 

Or perhaps three is a whole lot of serious giggles and deep breaths. 

In any case, there are many faces to three. And this time around, Brian and I are much calmer and more collected when faced with, ahem, the passion of a three year old. And really, Phoebe is such a delightful and gentle soul most of the time, it's a relief of sorts to see a little rage creep in here and there. 

And yes, it's been six months since my last post. Time is a wily bugger these days!