Have you ever heard anyone call a three year old a “threenager?” Well it’s a thing. What exactly is a threenager? Well the official definition is this:
Threenager (three-na-ger): a 3-year-old who acts out, pouts, complains, and has the general attitude, angst, and mood swings of a teenager.
And I have three of these. They’re lucky they’re very cute.
And in case you don’t believe that my kids have attitudes, here’s exhibit 1 and exhibit 2:
I also have a real teenager. She fits the definition perfectly.
They do things that make me want to strangle them, run away, drink heavily, and the list goes on. But I just drink. And not so heavily. Just a little.
So the question everyone asks all the time – and I mean ALL. THE. TIME. – is how do we do it. Well here’s a typical day:
We wake up, sometimes before 6 because James hates us and likes to wake up to see the sunrise, and always with Logan in our bed. Yes, we’ve made the switch to toddler beds.
It’s not fun. I don’t recommend it. I bought a wake up clock and set it to 6:20 and that works about half the time. Just for James though. Logan pays no attention to the clock. he does whatever he wants. Anyways, James wakes Mason up (we hear him over the monitor saying “May-May time to get up!”) One morning they were quiet. I should have known better. But I came out and found Mason and James painting. PAINTING. With paint. On my dining room table. Luckily it was Crayola paint and it came right up. But still. Paint. Before I had coffee. They’re trying to kill me. I’m convinced.
Every morning James comes in and demands cereal. Every. Single. Morning. That kid loves cereal. His faves – Crapton Crunch, Fruity Pedals, and Daddy’s Cereal. Logan likes to sleep in so he’s the last one up.
Luckily Brian is a morning person. Me? Not so much. I’ve been told I’m mean in the mornings. I don’t believe it. But now we get up a little earlier than before and we get ready with 3 little people running around. One morning I went to get in the shower and turned around to this:
I couldn’t even be mad. Ha! He thought it was hilarious. Some mornings the boys like to help with makeup.
He has the open mouth thing going and everything.
Mason and James also request spiky hair most mornings. They get to choose between “just in the front” or “all over” spiky hair. And Mason can do Blue Steel. Because he’s awesome like that.
On the way to school we watch movies. They LOVE Zootopia so we watch that one a lot. Logan thinks the bunny’s name is Zootopia. So he says things like “Zootopia’s sad” and “Zootopia fell down.” James knows her actual name is Officer Judy Hopps. I just bought them the movie Cars which they absolutely love too.
You know what else they do in the car? They argue. About everything. Even made up things. Like the type of fake lego cake that James has brought to the car. Or whether it’s raining or not raining. And whether that’s daddy’s car even when they can clearly see that it’s a woman driving. And they claim things as their own. For example, if a firetruck drives by, Logan will yell firetruck! And then claim “that’s my firetruck!” and of course James will want it to be HIS firetruck. Oh and Mason likes to sing songs. Which is awesome and very cute. Except that James does not like when Mason sings songs. Especially when he sings “Down at the Dizzle.” And I can only assume he made this song up because I cannot figure out what it is, where it came from, or if it has any other lyrics. When I asked the boys, James told me “I don’t know. They’re French words.” So yeah. Unhelpful.
Logan also knows where every single excavator is located in the city. He identifies them by yelling EXCAVATOR!!! Very cute. Very very loud.
After school they get a Popsicle if they make it all day in big boy undies without any accidents. On Fridays we still go to Starbucks. They all know this. They don’t always get cake pops though. I let them pick. Mason’s favorite is the octopus cookie. Logan usually gets a chocolate cake pop or a chocolate chip cookie. And James usually gets a pink cake pop. And about half the time he changes his mind AFTER I’ve paid and then he demands that “Mommy change it” so I end up with an extra cake pop. If you live by me and you want a cake pop on Fridays, there’s about a 50% chance I have an extra one.
Oh yes. We’re also potty training. Stay tuned for a separate post about that. Oh and they demand cereal for dinner every night. They don’t like to eat much else. After dinner we take a bath (or shower), watch a little tv (Daniel Tiger or Mickey), then story time, then bed. And by bed I mean we lock them in their room until they fall asleep. Trust me on this one. We tried staying in the room until they fell asleep. Nightmare. This way works better for everyone. We take a lamp in for story time then take it back out with us. And I’ve removed pretty much everything from the room. They have a sound machine, wake up clock, and a diffuser. That’s it. And it’s working. They tend to fall asleep within 15 minutes. And we watch them on the monitor.
One night I looked on the monitor and couldn’t find Logan. So I went in. He was in the chair. Passed out. I’ve found Mason under his bed before. But if they’re asleep, I’m happy. Asleep is really my only goal.
‘As sleepy as this kid is though, he wakes up around 11 every night. Sometimes I’m still up when he wakes up. So he interrupts my only quiet, alone time. Ever. But again, he’s very cute.
Mason and James don’t sleep in my bed if I can help it. They are horrible bed mates. Luckily Mason rarely wakes up and James usually chooses Daddy’s side of the bed.
Here’s a few more pictures from the summer time. I have lots of catching up to do and I’m going to try harder to post more often! For now, more pictures of my kids.
Mason loves socks. Ha! And my shoes. But mostly my socks. When people ask me what my kids like I struggle with an answer for Mason. But I finally figured it out. He’s mischievous and he just likes to get into stuff. Usually stuff that’s not his. But he’s very happy, independent, and can always find something to play with. He asks me “I’m your sweet boy Mommy?” Love! And he’s so smart.
Logan is a tiny little dictator. Ha! He LOVES all things that go. Trucks, cars, construction equipment, emergency vehicles. His favorite – excavators. We have lots of excavators in Little Rock. Oh and chocolate. This kid is my son for sure. And he’s a sleepy, snuggly little guy.
James is the self-appointed leader of the 3 and he also thinks he’s an only child sometimes. He wants what he wants and he wants it now! He loves play food (and most real food too!) and legos. He has the sweetest smile, but he’s known as “whiny James” a lot of the time. This one tests my patience. A lot. Then he asks for hugs and kisses. He knows my limits the most I think.
What else have we been up to? Well a lot. Potty training, toddler beds, summer time, dance competitions, a somewhat new law practice, lots of trials, my sister has been living with us for the summer, I did the Whole 30, and I’m training for a half marathon. Crazy. I may have lost my mind. Luckily I have wine. I missed it so much during my Whole 30. I’ll write about that experience soon too.