No, let me re-think that and re-phrase that.
I'm always quick to make bold statements, but hesitant to admit that I made the bold statement:)
So, I'm hesitant to recall that I loved my 3 year old twin "thing".
I now look at them 12 hours a day and find rare moments of cuteness in the their interactions. Perhaps it's because it consists of 12 hours of picking, agitating and swatting each other.
Lil' Rocker still love his Yao Yao. He pays the most attention to her out of the others. However, she ignores him a lot. PURPOSELY I may add....which adds to my aggrevation of it all. Every morning it is the same thing...
Lil'Rocker wants to play with Yao Yao.
So he says her name over,
and over
and over
and over.
And as he says her name she stares straight ahead...shifting her eyes from his view.
Finally, I will step in and say, "Yao Yao...do not ignore Lil'Rocker...he is talking to you."
Of course, I get a swift "No".
I sigh.
I walk away.
And then everytime I hear a cry. Which is ALWAYS Yao Yao because Lil'Rocker once again hit her.
Why? Why do children get enjoyment out of annoying each other?
Or is the real plan for them to work in cahoots to drive me to the nuthouse?
And of course, whenever the Rockstar Nurse calls home from work, I answer the phone with a rushed annoyance.
"Which one of them is it now?" he always begrudgingly asks.
And usually I have no idea which ONE it really is....only because the events all start to blur together that I have no idea which one really started the downfall of my insanity.
Was it Lil'Rocker who was caught sneaking yet AGAIN to the little potty with poop smeared all over him, the carpet and now the potty?
Or was it Yao Yao, who in an oddly defiant mood decided that she was not going to use the potty I have no idea why and defiantly stands beside the potty and with an evil eye aimed straight at me she pees all over my floor. What?
And yes...I did spend time with the Lord tonight...asking for forgiveness for my hasty and rash thoughts, words, actions with my 2 precious gifts straight from Him:)
In all seriousness, I do love these 2 And I know they both were brought into our family by God for a specific purpose. But wow. I don't remember age 3 being so difficult.
God is molding me and shaping me into something incredible with this whole thing....I'm going to be a masterpiece if I come out of the fire:)
10 comments:
This is a great post! I laughed with you from my own insane asylum.
i always thought the "threes" were harder than the "twos". and you have two 3 year olds!!! keep your sense of humor...it will surely keep you out of the nuthouse. love the last picture!
UGH the 3's! I thought I would strangle Peyton when he was 3 lol...I can't imagine having two of them! God bless you!! I can't wait to have all the kids together! Peyton is going to get a kick out of his 4 cousins!
I have to agree, the three's for us were way harder than the twos! But if it is any consolation the fours and fives were the sweetest age to me!
Hang in there it will get better! I am not even going to try potty training for awhile. Nope... not even gonna bother! :-)
AMENNNNNNNNNN SISTER!!! Isn't it weird how somedays a padded cell actually sounds tempting? Almost like it's a retreat on some private island someplace far, far away?? I'll share one with you! Seriously, I know you're always conscious of the budget...we'll split it! :)
Didn't you hear? The 3's are the new 2's! :) Defiance and tantrums mixed with more agility and better manipulation skills ;) 3 has always been harder for us. I live with a 3 yr old and two others that were once 3 yr not so very long ago. The good news is that it shall soon pass, so keep documenting all the funny and frustrating stories. You will all laugh later!
All of those things are happening in my home as well, but he is only 2 1/2. Do I have this to look forward to for another 6 months?????????????? I don't think I could take it. I made the horrible mistake of asking the 4 yr old to bring me a soda from the kitchen....WW3 was started in my living room. They could not even make it 60 feet without knocking each other down.
Calgon take US away!!!!!!!!!!
I tell my hubby, most days are like being pecked to death by a flock of chickens. It's never just 1 thing. 1 thing I could handle with patience and grace. It's the constant, peck, peck, peck from 4 different directions that is sending me over the edge!
So, here's a plan. How about we run away to the Nuthouse together? :)
I love the pic of the 2 of them .. it is a great visual of what you are describing! Wish I could offer some words of wisdom, but the 3s happened a long time ago for me. Your humor will get you through!
From one who has been there...it may be hard now, but I promise you that these are some of the most precious years of your life. And when the kids are grown and you reflect, the toddler season will seem but a bleep in time and a sweet memory. Hang in there and enjoy the journey!
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