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When I found out I was pregnant, I was warned about all those crazy pregnancy symptoms I would experience. Shortly before his arrival, I was told many times how I would soon be running on no sleep, so I needed all the rest I could get now. Before I knew it people were saying to me, “just wait until he starts to crawl, and walk.” Once he turned one, I heard in great detail all about the terrible two’s. Tantrums, fits, and back talking. I prepared myself the best I could. As his year of being two started to come to an end, I thought to myself, “you survived the terrible twos.” Things had gotten better the past few months. Smooth sailing from here until puberty!
He was finally being that sweet cuddly boy I knew at age one. Then… BAM!! Threenager hit me out of nowhere. What was this? WHY DID NOBODY WARN ME OF THIS?!?! Terrible twos got nothing on those threenagers! A simple trip to the grocery store turned into a 30-minute tantrum because you wouldn’t buy dog food for his toy dog. What about those outbursts of hitting, kicking, and screaming all because you told them they couldn’t do something dangerous like jumping on the stairs? And don’t forget about those meltdowns over a broken banana!
Dear sweet child, You were attempting to eat bugs at age one, and mud pies at age two, but now that you hit those threenage years, a broke banana is not edible? Please, someone, explain this logic!
Then there is this whole new side. That sweet, sweet devious side. The side that wears you down more than anything. Your little threenager knows just how to manipulate you to get what they want. They say things like:
Mommy: It’s time for bed honey.
Threenager: No! I have to play with my dog. (A toy dog.)
Mommy: No, you have to go to bed.
Threenager: No!! I have to play with my dog because when I was eating ice cream, (many hours ago at grandmas) my doggy was sad that he couldn’t have some. So now I have to play with him.
Once they realize pulling on your heart strings works, it only gets worse from there. They are very clever about those bedtime excuses. Not the typical two-year-old excuses: I’m hungry, thirsty, scared, I need to go potty.
For instance, one night when I was 8-months pregnant and trying to get my three-year-old to sleep we had this conversation:
Me: Lay down, it’s time for bed.
Threenager: Mommy I need to talk to you about something.
Me: About what?
Threenager: We need to talk about how you’re feeling about the baby comming!
I mean after months of talking up this new baby, how can you say no to that? Then a half hour later when I’m attempting to tuck him in again, here comes another “Too sweet to say no” conversation. Followed by another and another until I have missed my hour of sanity before tucking myself into bed. One good thing came out of it though. He did save me from those pounds I would have gained from that tub of ice cream I was going to sneak and eat once he was in bed.
Now I’m just crossing my fingers and hoping that once my little man hits that four-year mark that I’m not suddenly and out of nowhere being informed about the furious four or something like that!
I would love to hear your threenager experiences! Feel free to share your stories in the comments and subscribe to my blog to join in on some more crazy day conversations!