Three is a big deal.
Back at two and a half the planning began for being three, and it went a bit like this:
“When I am big boy three I am going to go to school”
“When I am big boy three I am going to use the potty”
“When I am big boy three I am going to go horse riding”
“When I am big boy three I am going to swimming lessons”
“When I am big boy three I am going to sleep in a big boy bed”
“When I am big boy three I will go to gymnastics”
Before three arrived he’d already nailed the potty, the switch to a big boy bed and the horse riding.
Shortly after his birthday he had his school induction and I ordered his uniform to match the big kids.
We are waiting on a call to let us know a time for a swim class and gymnastics starts in September.
So THREE has been pretty epic and we’ve not been there a month yet!
However, three has also seen the rise of the threenager. The threenager has developed some diva like qualities that would rival some of the biggest divas of all time.
The air conditioning has to be just the correct temperature and the blower has to be on at just the correct speed. Toast has to be spread a certain way and cut into triangles, not squares, except of course the days when it has to be left as one huge piece. Of course, the damn toast never gets eaten anyway so it may have well as been cut into strips.
If anyone squishes the sacred blue trilby hat…well, good luck to you, and if the milk is the wrong temperature or you try to diversify the bedtime story selection ….well good luck with that too!
When challenged about anything the response, predictably is “because I am big boy three “.
It’s a good job he also happens to be uber cute!
Are you living with a threenager?