So I have heard that the 3's are worse than the 2's and well I am starting to believe it!
I recently read the following: 10 reasons while the 3's are worse than the 2's
1. At two, they can barely talk. At three, they never shut the hell up.
2. At two, they cry. At three, they throw temper tantrums so epic, you become convinced that they are possessed by the devil.
3. At two, they’re happy to eat anything you present to them. At three, they eat only three foods (usually consisting of a starch and processed cheese.)
4. At two, baths are a ten minute event, the result of which is a clean child. At three, baths take over an hour, and result in a drenched bathroom, sopping wet mommy and 16 used towels.
5. At two, they wear diapers that can be changed on your watch. At three, they’re potty trained and the world revolves around their bladders and bowels.
6. At two, they are distracted by a box of Gerber Puffs at the grocery store. At three, they want to dictate your entire food list.
7. At two, they let you dress them, looking innocent and adorable. At three, they insist on picking out their clothes, looking like pint sized versions of mental institution inhabitants.
8. At two, they don’t like to get dirty. At three, they thrive on it.
9. At two, you can do things for them, saving infinite amounts of time. At three, they must do everything by themselves, taking FOR-fucking-EVER.
10. At two, manipulation is the last thing on their minds.
At three, they own you. And they know it.
- See more at:
http://www.scarymommy.com/three-is-more-terrible-than-two/#sthash.Yma8yFZS.dpuf
So after shaking my head and agreeing with every single one of these, Easton only confirmed it by the following that happened just yesterday!
Morning:
E: I want juice
M: Ok
E: Repeats I want juice no less than 20 times and crams a bunch of other request in between each " I want juice" as if I hadn't heard him the first time
M: Ok, Easton here is your juice
E: NO ( screamed) I don't want juice
Getting Dress Time:
E: I don't like socks.. 5 mins later socks are on... I don't want pants... 5 mins later pants are on... I want to wear my Pajamas to school, I don't want a shirt.. 5 mins later shirt is on.. We don't attempt shoes till he is buckled in the car, and I used to do his hair, but well that doesn't happen either!
Getting in the Car:
E:" I do it", for everything.. open door, climb in, buckle.. etc...10 mins later
After an hour of dealing with Easton, with stuff that should take 5 minutes, we are off and LATE to school.
- Lunch/Nap
E: I don't want the corn dog, fruit and chips.. ( he just asked for it all), I want sandwich.. PICKY PICKY PICKY these days..
E: I not take a nap, I not go to my room for quiet time.. OH YES YOU ARE BUDDY! :)
- At this point I have caved and he is getting some Ipad games in bed just for a moment so I can maybe get one thing done
Skip Dinner same as all the rest the meals, a battle
Bath:
E: I don't want to take a bath
I finally get him in and bath him
E: I don't want to get out, I play.. water is now splashed all over my bathroom and I am cleaning up with real towels, not just their hooded cute towels and don't forget he didn't even want to take the bath
Time for PJ's, but you guessed it.. he doesn't like them, the same ones he didn't want to take off this morning.
M: Fine Easton you can pick your own PJ's out.
E: Plays a guessing game that he thinks is funny about what drawer to pick from, at this point I am not playing the game.. and then finally picks out a pair of PJ's... the EXACT SAME ONES I HAD GOTTEN HIM OUT ORGINALLY! AHHHHH
The end.. I pass him off to Drake and I go have a class of wine!
*** Just another fun day with an almost 3 year old***
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