Three:

A trying age!

My kids mean everything to me and yet one in particular is driving me crazy. We did not have the terrible two's around here, but three deserves a name. It is hard to be the oldest I guess. Once the world revolved around you and then life was rudely interrupted by a sibling. You are constantly being told to "share" and "don't touch your sister." To counterbalance this new life you must exert your authority and shout "NO!" and "MINE!" I'm not sure how to handle this new stage. Any suggestions on how to make three a great age instead of a constant battle?