Sometime in the last year, I went from waiting on caring for a toddler to spending my day with an interesting small person who can hold a conversation.  That rocks my world. If you’re really interested in knowing how hard my first few months at home were, you’re welcome to search the archives for “tantrum” or “meltdown” or “sanity.” It was awful, all the more so because I didn’t know to expect this at 3.  No one tells you your child will turn into a demon at 3 (saying this is how I start many conversations on the playground).  I didn’t realize a kid could have successive tantrums for 12 hours straight. But, slowly, it turned around. The progress isn’t as dramatic as it…