Thyroid Ragin’ or Threenager syndrome?
It all began early last summer, right as Everett turned 3-years-old. Everett was making huge strides in his preschool class at end of term. He was trying to run & jump, was saying a few words, and was very engaged in classroom therapies and activities! And then we broke for summer. It was a magical summer for us. In between writing stints, I would take the boys to our local library, the beach, local playgrounds, the zoo, and various splash pads and swimming pools. In the beginning, Everett was a true “boy of summer,” diving into pools, running about the splash pads, making friends at the playground, and LOVING and exploring the beach in Destin (our fabulous family vacay last summer). And occasionally, we would frequent local mall playgrounds. They were indoors, air-conditioned, there was a Chick Fil A nearby at the food court…win, win, win. The only loss would occur when Everett would see me sign “lunch time.” He knew with that sign, it was time to leave his beloved playground, and he would instantly throw himself down on the playground floor and start crying and kicking himself into a circle. If you’ve ever seen an episode of the Three Stooges where Curly runs in circles while lying on his side, on the floor, then you’ve pretty much witnessed Everett’s meltdown routine. The same thing would occur when we would leave swimming pools, splash pads, and the beach. True to his age, he was as a ragin’ threenager.