Real Life at Three

by tinysneakers

KB is a month and a half shy of three and a half, so I figured it was about time for an update. {ok, ok, long overdue}.

cool kid three years old

If you read anything I write on Babble or see me in real life, chances are you know that age three started out rather rocky. I was absolutely convinced the other shoe had dropped – the one that had been left hanging when I admitted I loved the not-so-terrible twos. I was ready to wave the white flag, and perhaps did on occasion, caving to the fact that three was the age that was going to do me in. Forget thirteen or sixteen, three was it. We’d escaped the wrath of the twos and the foreshadowing wisdom of friends that three was worse was going to be true.

pajama kid

Happily, I’m here to say it isn’t. It was a rough start, for sure. I had plenty of borrow-all-the-parenting-books-from-the-library moments, plenty of frustration, plenty of moments I wasn’t all too proud of, and probably plenty of tears. Luckily, I already mostly forget what it was really like. Typically half-years are our rocky moments so I was caught off guard, but not only is three big on developments, we were pretty much upending KB’s little world. He was pretty flexible and adaptable as we packed up his whole little life around him and prepared to move out of the house he’d grown up in thus far at lightening speed. One minute we were boxing up all his toys and the next we were carting his crib off to the storage unit and shuttling him across town to sleep in a new bed, a new house, a new everything. It didn’t help knowing we’d have to change everything all over again down the road.

making valentine's cards   princess dress up

He went with the flow for the most part during the actually packing and moving, but he rebelled and resisted in other ways. His behavior tested all the boundaries and pushed me to my limits. There was a lot of yelling and time outs {some for him, some for me} and a LOT of lost sleep. He fought hard against naps, essentially dropping them cold turkey for a few months when he was clear he wasn’t really quite ready for that drastic of a change. He was up multiple times a night until we caved and just accepted that he’d end up in our bed sometimes in the wee hours. {Pick your battles, right?} There was a lot of me practicing “positive parenting” skills trying to turn his behavior around, and a lot of desperation of trying whatever worked while I attempted to hang on to my last straw of patience.

nap fighter

Well apparently I hung on just enough. A couple weeks after we moved in with my inlaws, he stopped testing the limits so much, and slowly but surely started sleeping better. I can’t say whether it’s because he outgrew a developmental phase or because he finally had some routine and stability back in his life, but regardless, things settled down. He’ll go through weeks where he still climbs in our bed in the middle of the night, but there’s not much fighting about going back to sleep {which I file under victory}. He’ll nap at least a couple days a week {or at least pretend} and we’ve had relatively few pre-5:30 starts to our days. I’m nervous to up end his routine again in a few weeks {inevitably right around that pesky half-year mark we often struggle with} but we’ve been doing our best to talk it up and make it seem like an exciting adventure.

playground fun

That all being said, I can now honestly say that three is fun. We got over our hurdles, let the phase pass, and are now enjoying our days together. He is so so sweet and a little rough. His hugs can leave you breathless but it’s hard to get mad about such a dedicated show of affection. I hate the phrase “all boy”, but if I say it, you’ll know what he’s like. He’s physical, rough and tumble, and loving and sweet in a way only a little boy can be. He’s obsessed with trucks, trains, and all things construction. He loves to dig in the dirt, catch bugs, and run like crazy.

boy on fire truck

He’s surprisingly adept with a soccer ball given he’s never officially played. {Side note: I had no idea how freaking early you had to sign kids up for sports. Has it always been like that?!} He swings a mini golf club with more accuracy than not, wanting to be so much like daddy and he loves to do and say anything Grandpa does or says.

three year old playing golf

He continues to astound me with his memory and ability to pick up on things. He knows his right and left better than I do, and is obsessed with letters {especially K}. He loves to sing and gets mad that I never know the words to his songs and his has his favorite books memorized – sometimes at night he’ll read with or to me and it’s my favorite thing ever. He thanks for me everything under the sun which melts my heart every time. He remains a little momma’s boy and I can’t complain for a second.

snow in nc

He’s always laughing and having a good time, and you can’t help but put a smile on your face when you’re around him. He brightens every single one of my days, even when he pulls some of that typical three year old behavior that earns this age the nickname “threenager”.

goofy kid in car seat

{Lest anyone fret over the jacket, it looks heavy, but it’s thinner than a sweatshirt. It passes the 10,000 car seat rules.}

So here’s to getting over the humps and diving right into all the good stuff three has to over before this too passes me by in a flash.

P.S. If you want more than almost half-yearly updates on this adorable {biased, much?} thing, follow me on Instagram for your fill. Winking smile

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Sue @ This Mama Runs for Cupcakes May 29, 2015 at 6:44 am

So sweet. I have a 3 1/2 year old boy also and three’s are definitely tougher than two’s. I’m hoping we come out of it soon!! I have two boys and boy is it insane around here!

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Allie@LiveLaughEat May 30, 2015 at 1:18 am

There’s nothing sweeter than hearing kids say “thank you.” I can’t believe he’s already 3! I still remember when he was inside your tiny belly and we were hanging out in the hotel room…in Philly? Ahh time!

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tinysneakers June 3, 2015 at 1:03 pm

I know!!! And it’s been way way way too long since I’ve seen you!

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