My boy is three.
And now here we are at three!
High fives all around! We have officially survived the terrible twos!!!
Kainoa is a love. With one look he can get me to say yes to just about anything. Oreos for breakfast? You got it! He has cast a spell on me that only a little boy with his sweet grin and thumb sucking ways can do. He’s a happy guy, he has a good life, he is loved by everyone, and my everyday is mainly focused around him and keeping the happy boy I love and adore on the surface and The Terrible Two pushed deep below.
Kainoa can be a major pain in the neck.
Last week I walked into Target with all three kids in tow and after passing three racks of clothes The Terrible Two decided he had to push the cart himself, “noIdoit!! noIdoitmommy! noIdoit!!”.
He threw himself to the ground when I touched the cart in order to maneuver it away from the old lady he was going to nail and I swooped him up and brought all three kids home. Because I just. couldn’t. TAKE IT!
The next day, at the zoo I gave The Terrible Two a time out on a rock next to the Tiger sanctuary and don’t think for one second it didn’t cross my mind that I could just leave him there.
Just last Friday The Terrible Two was so mad at having to take a nap that after struggling to carry his long gangly body all the way up the stairs and to the room, he proceeded to punch me in the face.
But that was last week. And now that he’s three it’s time to say goodbye to:
- Screaming car rides.
- Random acts of violence.
- Spilling large containers of liquid on computers and library books.
- Waking up at all hours of the night.
- Crying incessantly for one thing and then crying harder when that thing is given to him and then harder yet again when, exasperated, the thing is taken back that made him cry harder only for him to cry still harder yet.
- Unpredictable restaurant behavior.
- Angry raspberry noises directed at my face when he doesn’t get his way.
- Missing cameras.
- Throwing barbie houses at friends for the unforgivable offense of standing nearby.
- Eating Oreos and Cheetos for breakfast.
- Slamming buttons on my computer.
- Running away from home.
- Crashing loud cars into walls.
- Running across counter tops.
- Yelling at me about God knows what while I quickly run from room to room in an attempt to finish up a phone conversation.
Because three year old’s don’t act like that…
Today, I expect a new Kainoa to emerge.
A Kainoa who says please and thank you and I’m sorry. A Kainoa who does not go running down the street after garbage trucks. A Kainoa who listens to reason and nods patiently when I tell him to wait a minute and says “I understand mother” when I tell him he can’t have anymore candy.
Let the party begin!!!
And Happy Birthday my three year old Kainoa!