Wednesday, September 16, 2015

3 is hard

Let me start off this post by saying that I have the sweetest little boy ever. He's so kind, helpful, and loving. He gives all of us tons of hugs, kisses, and I love yous on the daily. Most people don't believe me when I say he gives us trouble sometimes. He is usually cheerful, almost always well-behaved when we are out-and-about, and generally very easy-going. We bypassed the terrible twos with some minor tantrums and no hitting/kicking or anything of the sort. And then three hit. Three... Three has been the most challenging age hands down. Even harder than those 3 months when he stopped sleeping... He can be ornery for no reason, combative, and the littlest things seem to make him fall apart (i.e. the too short fake drawstrings on his pants won't stayed tied in a bow/ mom gave him a big fork instead of his usual smaller one/ it's hair washing night/ Lucy bumped into him). I know some of this is normal 3-year-old behavior and some probably stems from this major life change that we're currently experiencing. Even knowing this is normal/expected doesn't stop me from feeling frustrated at his meltdowns, guilty for sometimes counting the minutes till bedtime, and having to put on the disciplinarian hat much more often. Anyway, for anyone else who is going through these things (#threenagers), know that you have a momma in the same boat! Also, one thing that really seems to get him out of a funk is going on "adventures", staying outside of the house, and trying to be super present. Yesterday, we took a little adventure to the park with "the giant abacus", made a leaf house for an acorn family, and played detective, had some delicious tacos and ice cream ... and it was lovely. 

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