Living with a three year old means we have our fair share of ups and downs, and there are those times when we’re meant to be serious but are holding back the laughter…such an episode happened yesterday.
Mid-afternoon Little Bear ran off to his room after being offended by me asking him to keep the pen off the table and on the paper (so unreasonable aren’t I?). His exit was swiftly followed by a calamitous crash…but no tears, so I guessed it wasn’t an emergency. I went, tentatively, to investigate. A box of cars and a box of food were sprawled across his bedroom.
I, fairly, asked him to be a bit more careful when getting boxes out and could he tidy up a bit and then I would help him. I returned to the kitchen and left him to tidy.
Or so I thought.
All was quiet. Too quiet for things to be being hurled into toy boxes. So I investigated…and saw a ghost. To be precise, a Little Bear ghost. Ok, it wasn’t a ghost, it was Little Bear covered in my duvet doing everything he could to avoid tidying.
Only a child could hear, “Please tidy your room”, and interpret it as “Make more mess! Go take everything off my bed! Please please pretend to be a ghost, it would really complete my day”. Ahhh well, I guess we’ll just clear it up “together” then!
Now Little Bear has been three for 10 whole days he has started ask, “When will I be four???” Oh my word, one year at a time darling! Thankfully, he got thoroughly spoilt by everyone around him for his birthday so we’ve been dampening those Birthday blues by exploring his new presents.
Our stash of Orchard games has grown ever larger, and we play these daily. One particular game, Pirate Ludo, is aimed for slightly older children and I attempted to simplify it by just trying to use one playing piece each. This was met with utter disdain and so we played a full game of ludo…it took half a morning but he understood it and loved it!
We’ve been making pictures with Blo Pens too – now they were more fun than I anticipated! Although I think daddy was the real fan of these!
We’ve also been having fun outside as the weather (say it quietly) is slowly warming up. Little Bear has been practising at the park on his new bike – it’s going to take a while but he’s already getting the hang of the pedals. And we’ve been planting in his new planter, I’m just hoping he’ll remember about watering them as my track record isn’t that great!
So it looks like we’ve got plenty to be getting on with for the moment, no need to worry about turning 4 yet Little Bear!
Every morning, much like many families I guess, we say goodbye to daddy. He has a kiss and cuddle from each of us, and generally we tell each other “I love you”, “Have a good day”, “Enjoy playgroup/swimming/gymnastics”, and other such relevant niceties.
This morning, Little Bear took all that up a notch in his happy little sing song voice…
“Love you daddy, I hope you don’t die!”
Oh, ummm, no plans to today darling so I’ll try my best!
Little Bear – “Ooh it’s too hot!”
Me – “So leave it for a bit”
Little Bear – “Oh but then it will be cold!”
I give up! Welcome to life with a three year old!
After months of waiting it’s now over. We’ve had a magical few days in Disneyland and no words or pictures can come close to describing the awe and amazement on Little Bear’s face from the moment we arrived.
Just shy of his third birthday it was a perfect time to take him. He has some established favourites – Toy Story and Peter Pan – and was keen to meet other characters and try out all the rides as well. He waited patiently in queues and for the parade, and powered through until 10pm to watch the fireworks on our last night.
We returned home with some amazing memories, half the toys in every shop, and sad faces.
Little Bear proclaimed he wanted “to stay at Disneyland forever!” And with that not being an option, he settled for clinging to all his new Toy Story toys and wallowing in post-Disney blues – I feel it too darling boy! Take us back!
This weekend we put up the new pictures in Little Bear’s bedroom. I use “we” in the loosest sense, all I contributed was, “left a bit, up a bit”, but you know, it was a valuable role.
With this job done I turned my focus to his table. The old art caddy just wasn’t cutting it anymore, the colours just weren’t right, and I wanted something that made everything a bit more accessible. Channelling my inner childcarer I recalled the writing tables I used to have at work – a variety of mark making tools, paper, stamps, stickers, post-it notes – and then adapted it for home. This afternoon Little Bear and I went to the shops for supplies and then, together, set it all out.
He has enjoyed exploring it all and come snack time he has just requested to “have it in my office please”! Yes sir, I’ll bring it right to you!
Yesterday was one of those mornings where you question everything you thought you knew about parenting and are contemplating locking yourself in a dark room for a bit of peace.
Little Bear was just annoying! Can I say that about my “angel” child?! He just took forever to do anything. Washing his face, taking off pyjamas, choosing a top, choosing a book…everything was a long drawn out process and it left me despairing for the rest of the day.
But then we went out.
We got to the library and he sat beautifully on a chair, turning around every now and again to cuddle me and say, “I love you mummy” prompting heartfelt “ah bless him, how sweet” responses from those around us. Hmmm, if only they knew.
Then we went swimming. That passed without much event except him refusing to put his face in the water for the 99th lesson in a row…come on Little Bear, the excuse of “my bubbles have run out” just isn’t cute anymore!
After swimming we went to a friend’s for lunch and a play. Before he sat down to eat he stopped in his tracks, raised a hand, and so sincerely announced that, “I need to wash my hands first”. Great, brilliant, just what I want you to do before meals. But you never do it at home!
At home, I’m sure he thinks that soap and water from the sink is poison. He avoids it like the plague. Yet here he was voluntarily going to wash his hands. Gobsmacked! Who is this child?!
Who knew that at such a tender age he would be able to switch his loveable side on and off to suit his audience? Naively I assumed the “annoying” mood was just the way he had woken up, turns out it was just for my benefit and his angel side was just being reserved for his adoring public…I guess I should be grateful about that!