Thursday, February 7, 2013

- this made my day -

Okay, so I'm gonna be honest here...the terrible two's are nothing compared to the "they don't really even have a name for it" three's. Between Ellie pretty much dropping her nap (but probably still needing one), her dreadful habit of not being able to sleep through the night (ever!) , and her little fiery personality really starting to shine, I swear we have a 3 year old with the most dramatic mood swings ever. And it's the hardest on Matt, because she has for some reason decided that Daddy can't do anything at all for her...she won't let him get her dressed, brush her teeth, put her to bed, or even be the first person she sees in the morning when she wakes up. Needless to say, often times it sounds like World War III in our house most nights. She can seriously be the most mellow, well behaved kid when she wants to be, but she can also be the most dramatic, emotional kid when she wants to be! Hmmm, if this is a glimpse into her teenage years, I think we are in a lot of trouble!

Anyway, a few people had posted this on Facebook a few weeks ago, and last night, after a ridiculously tough night of getting my 3 year old showered, in her pj's, and tucked into her bed, I had to read it again....and boy, did it make my day!

(Some of these are total guesses. Educated guesses, but guesses nonetheless. Seems like it’s hard being a kid.)

His sock is on wrong.

His lip tastes salty.

His shirt has a tag on it.

The car seat is weird.

He’s hungry, but can’t remember the word “hungry.”

Someone touched his knee.

He’s not allowed in the oven.

I picked out the wrong pants.

His brother looked at him.

His brother didn’t look at him.

His hair is heavy.

We don’t understand what he said.

He doesn’t want to get out of the car.

He wants to get out of the car by himself.

The iPad has a password.

His sleeve is touching his thumb.

He doesn’t understand how popsicles are made.

The inside of his nose stinks.

Chicken is gross.

A balloon he got six months ago is missing.

A puzzle piece won’t fit in upside down.

I gave him the wrong blue crayon.

The gummi vitamin is too firm.

Netflix is slow.

He jumped off the sofa and we weren’t watching.

He’s not allowed to touch fire.

Everything is wrong with his coat.

There’s a dog within a 70 mile radius.

A shoe should fit either foot.

I asked him a question.

His brother is talking.

He can’t lift a pumpkin.

He can’t have my keys.

The cat is in his way.

The cat won’t let him touch its eyeball.

The inside of his cheek feels rough.

Things take too long to cook.

He has too much food in his mouth.

He sneezed.

He doesn’t know how to type.

The DustBuster is going to eat him.

His mom is taking a shower.

Someone knocked over his tower.

He got powdered sugar on his pants.

The yogurt won’t stay on his spoon.


by Jason Good


Leah said...

that poem was too good! i was laughing all the way. they're called tornado three's by the way. at least that's what i called them because at the end of the day i felt i had been hit by one. so exhausted with no clue what had happened in the day! haha. oh girl. i hear ya, but love that this little poem was something to pick you up a bit. gotta try to smile through it, right?

Tani stevenson said...

Ha! This is hilarious and so true! I need to read this sometimes too.

Andrea {kerubo mama} said...

Our children should definitely meet!! It's incredible how similar they are! This poem is amazing!! Haha I have to show it to Trevor, it'll make both of us feel better through the tantrums and drama!
PS. You are such a wonderful mama, Kyna, and I SO appreciate your honesty! Lotsa love sent your way! (and from the same time zone, haha!) xo

Baby Mama said...

I am so nervous for the THREES!!

Elena Ferdinand said...

Okay wait, I have more:
- she doesn't want my arm around her this way, she puts it that way instead.
- mommy can't hold her on her lap and pee at the same time.
- she wants to sit in the chair herself.
- she's not allowed to play on the toilet.
- she doesn't understand why mommy can't decipher her mumbling.
- Mommy stopped acknowledging her after she's repeated herself about 100 times.
- Mommy will not let her use the razor.
- she can't throw all her toys down the stairs.
- she can't drag her baby furniture across the hard wood floor.
- because I will not hold her all day long
- she can't use my make up brush to paint the wall

Seriously, I could go on forever. This was a riot. Love this post! Thanks so much for stopping by. I miss my bloggy friends!

Miranda said...

oh my gosh, hilarious! my son relates to so many of these things! (he won't turn 3 for 2 months) but the ipad has a password and the yogurt (soup in our case) won't stay on his spoon. lol

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