SuneshineH, I have the same problem of not getting out as much anymore. They want to ride in the stoller, but after a few minutes they want to get out. I almost hurt DS the other day because we were at a museum and I was looking at something while I walked and didn't notice that he'd suddenly decided to slide out of the front of the stroller. Suddenly the stroller hit something and I looked down and DS's leg is stuck underneath the stroller, and he's annoyed that I ran him over. It is just about impossible to go anywhere because they can't commit to walking or riding.
Potty training. 2 at once isn't so easy. Napping. Sometimes they do, sometimes not, and we're getting to the hard transition to no nap stage.
Yep, that's where we are with the napping, too. DS still needs a nap most days, but DD rarely wants one (or else she needs one but fights me on it and I spend 20 minutes saying "SHHH! Please don't wake up your brother!").
Potty training happened when they were 2, which is one of the reasons I don't think 3 has been much harder than 2 for us. It's just all a blur of hard!
What I've noticed with 3 though is that they egg each other on even more than they used to. So the messes and stuff can get even wilder. DD especially is so engaged in pretend play that it's gotten difficult to bring her back to reality for a few minutes.
Sample conversation of what' we're dealing with:
Me: DD, it's time for dinner, go take off your dress up clothes and wash your hands.
DD: No, I not (DD's name), I Princess Maloola. I wear fancy dresses.
Me: Ok, Princess Maloola, I'm the Queen and I say we can't wear fancy dresses at the royal table.
DD: No, I a PRINCESS, I wear FANCY DRESSES.
Me: Please wash your hands, Princess.
DD: Ok, but first I go to the Ball.
Me: You have to eat before you go to the Ball.
DD: Here's my magic wand! (waltzing off to go to the Ball)
Me: Princesses have to have clean hands, they like to be clean.
DD: (ignoring me) I need to go put on my high heels.
Me (after 5 more minutes of this) Take the dress off and wash your hands by yourself or I will do it!
DD: No, I said I a PRINCESS!!! I have to go to the BALL!
Me: That's it, I'm taking your dress off.
DD: (screaming and flailing and turning into a limp noodle)
The pretend play is sweet and cute and I love it, but sometimes
I need her to just go along with my
reality, you know?