Before I became a parent, it seemed that every parent or parenting type show, magazine, blog, etc. always talked about the Terrible two's. So naturally being a new parent with my first extremely active, little boy, I was a bit scared to approach the two year old era. I remember Zech turning two and I was thinking, is it really going to get worse.
It is not that he was a 'bad' kid, he was so extremely active, curious, inquisitive, talkative. We really have to be on him ALL OF THE TIME! You give an inch to this kid and he takes a mile, running full speed ahead. So imagine my shock when someone told me.....oh no sweetie (which really meant you naieve, inexperienced, newbie) it is actually the trying two's and the terrible three's! All I thought at that point was 'What I have another year to wait for the terribleness'! I must say that they were right, the three's were definitely harder than the two's.
Next, enter my darling daughter. She is pretty easy going, loves to please, most people think that she is the cutest thing ever---angelic they have said. Oh yes, while she may have the appearance of an angelic little being, she is not to be underestimated.
My friend had to watch her and Jude for a couple of hours. It was so funny to hear her comments about how my Gigi and her Stella (who is 4) played. She said that while Gigi seems so shy and passive, perhaps angelic, she has this strong-willed, stubbourness to her and she gave her Stella (who is a leader) a run for her money. I laughed and thought finally someone who understands and sees all sides of my beautiful little girl.
So yes the terrible three's are upon us. They came in right when she turned 3 on June 5th. I think a couple of weeks ago, we had the ultimate terrible 3 day. I kind of had to stand back and take a few deep breaths to compose myself. The thoughts at that point were to offer her for sale, ok, just a loan for a year or two......until the terribleness is over! Ha.
Do you want to hear about my day with my 3 year old? Nah, probably not, but I will tell you anyway.....so that one day I can show this to her and say 'see' this is what you were like. Perhaps when she has kids and is going through the EXACT SAME PHASE. I do love her to bits and pieces and looking back we can only laugh, but going through it.....I was fuming.
We got up earlier than normal it seemed, she wonders into my bedroom and is hungry. Desperately hungry! This kid could eat 5 breakfasts and then nothing else for the rest of the day (they say that breakfast is the most important meal....right?). She eats and then runs upstairs to 'wash' her hands. She is gone an awful long time...so I go up to find out what she is doing. I come in and see that her hair is a mess. She has ripped the pretty little pony that I gave her out and it is everywhere. I them look in the garbage and find long strands of HER hair. I ask her....and do you know what she says?
"Oh mom, I was just brushing my hair."
I question her further and she gets animated and gives me a demonstration of how she was brushing her hair. She is such a great little actress already.
I beleived her as I scanned her hair for missing chunks, but couldn't find any. She also has a tonne of hair.
She begs me for snacks and more breakfasts, but if I give in she won't eat lunch. She then finds her nailpolish and asks if we can paint nails. I told her not right now, but after lunch we could paint princess nails. She throws a fit and demands that we do it now. It is one of those 'No I want to do it now' tones and she has this growl that goes with it. I send her to her room.
I then tell her to come down after about 5 minutes which gave her plenty of time to think about her sassyness and that tone that she used---it won't fly with me. She comes down and holds up her nails and says with a big proud grin "look mom, I painted my nails".
Oh she painted them alright, I mean all of her fingertips were bright red. I had this mortified look and all I could think of is 'where' did she paint them and where am I going to find the rest of the nailpolish. I sprint up the stairs (I was quite impressed with how fast I took them.... two at a time). I locate the bottle and I search. To my relief, there was only a tiny drop that fell on top of her teapot. Yup, the carpet was ok. I then lectured her, tried to wash her finger tips and told her she was no longer allowed nail polish. You disobey me, there are consequences (this speach must have sunk into their heads by now).
She then bit her brother (her oldest one and sometimes I don't blame her as he puts her through the ringer...but this time it was completely uncalled for and it was right on the cheek). By the end of the day I was so ready for her to just go to bed.
I washed her hair and was combing it as we were getting ready for bed. Guess what I discovered? She now had bangs. At first I was wondering how come she had so many baby hairs and then it dawned on me. She did cut her hair. So I asked her again.....and I found and held up the scissors. She finally admitted it, but so casually and with this tone of well of course mom I cut my hair, like what three year old doesn't cut their own hair. Then there were lectures.......about lying, cutting hair and about lying. I was livid.
I am just letting those bangs grow in.....I must say that she didn't do a bad job (she will read this when she is older so she doesn't get any ideas in the ripe young age). I may have to fix them a little bit. She is quite the little sass pot. While this is a super trying age, it is also a really cute age. She is so talkative, animated, and loving. I especially love hearing her prayers at night.....they are so stinkin cute. Sometimes the way she gets angry and tries to 'tell us' is absolutely hilarious. A couple of times we go to give her heck for speaking to us that way, but have to turn away as we are busting a gut. It was just so funny.
Ahhh the terrible three's........
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