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!
Whilst I love summer – the sun, the warmth, the long evenings, I am also enjoying the arrival of Autumn this year.
Little Bear is enjoying seeing the leaves fall and crunching through them. He’s desperate for rain and puddles so we can go splashing in his new dinosaur wellies. And he loves that he can now wear his new yellow coat!!
The other day we collected leaves and used them to make a picture. Little Bear’s favourite part was squeezing the glue on and spreading it out, and then squashing the picture with a big book to help the leaves stick.
The one downside of all these leaves is the leaf blowers that our council seem fond of this year. On our way to pre-school this morning we got blasted by the debris leaving us both with watering eyes. The man then stopped to let us pass, but when he started again the noise made Little Bear jump out of his skin!! Mean mummy just laughed!
I feel like this Autumn we will be able to do all the fun activities I imagined we would and with Little Bear actually joining in and having fun rather than me doing it by myself! Leaf crunching, puddle jumping, pumpkin carving, fireworks pictures, cosy afternoons under a blanket – bring it on!
Yesterday morning we went on a lovely Autumnal walk and although Little Bear got carried for some of it, he also did a lot of walking up and down hills and through the woods. He loves being outdoors and having the freedom to run and explore!
We were out for nearly 2 hours and after lunch he was clearly tired and almost begged for a nap, the first one since holiday. We put him down for a sleep, knowing that it would mean a happy afternoon but also a long evening as he would take ages to get to sleep.
Sure enough, at bedtime we could still hear him talking to himself and rolling around an hour and a half after we said goodnight. We went to see him and check he was ok and we were met with, “Mummy, Daddy, a star wants to come in my window”.
Of course it does darling, I can see it knocking with one of it’s shiny points.
This then turned into needing a wee and a poo, talking to grandad on the phone, having a drink…every possible distraction from bed!! Finally, after the poo, he said, “Daddy, that’s better, I can go to sleep now.”
And as Daddy walked out, the last words we heard from Little Bear were, “And now the moon wants to come in too”!
These were the last words Little Bear uttered before he went to bed tonight.
Little Bear and Daddy were playing together after dinner, as usual, and Daddy pretended to eat his ear. On normal days this would be met with giggles and laughter…not today. Today, Little Bear became distraught! “No daddy, give my ear back” and other crazy statements were flung around, he even checked in mirror but still returned convinced that one was missing.
The final straw was when Daddy pretended to throw his ear off the balcony. This was met with, “I want to go out on my bike and get my ear”, if was just about understandable through the sobs!
But the worst part? Not Little Bear getting so upset, but us, two grown adults trying our best (and failing) to conceal our own giggles!
Anyway, after returning all body parts and stealing some of Daddy’s, the evening routine resumed as normal – shower, teeth, stories, kisses, cuddles, bed! And a stern warning to Daddy, “Never never eat me again!”
Little Bear is pushing all sorts of boundaries at the moment
He is, generally, very well behaved but he is having moments every now and then when he challenges the boundaries he knows. He will do something, throw a toy for instance, be told not to and then do it again before saying, “Do we really do that?”, meaning “do we really not do that”. It’s all a part of learning and he never does anything too bad, and he always learns from it, he will rarely repeat an action he has been told not to do. He will also return to the event in his head and seek confirmation of what is allowed. I guess this is where consistency is so important, sending mixed messages will only confuse him.
He is also pushing his own boundaries, his confidence and independence, and his physical skills. He is increasingly happy to play away from me at groups, he is wanting to do more and more for himself, and the big climbing frames are now desired territory!
At the weekend he went in an ambulance at an open day. He walked in with 3 children, none of whom he knew, listened to the paramedic and joined in with the demonstrations – a few weeks ago we would have had to go with him. Again at the weekend he met some of our friends and within minutes was confidently jumping to the in the swimming pool to them and chatting away. And at the farm yesterday he dismissed me, he wanted to go on the big sack slide all by himself…which was a bit of a relief, it was high and fast, I wasn’t too keen!!
At 2 I imagined he would still be so dependant on me. I thought he would want me to hold his hand, to talk for him, to encourage him…and whilst it’s sometimes sad how fast he’s growing up, it also makes me incredibly proud of him!
For Christmas Little Bear got a calendar which we do together every morning. He enjoys talking about what we are doing on each day, it has helped with some early letter and number recognition, and he loves to check the daily weather – he’s a true Brit.
Whatever the weather we will invariably be out in it at some point, although Little Bear is quite adamant that he doesn’t like rain until there are puddles. Also, motorbikes don’t like rain so why should he? It’s logic I can’t fault.
Yesterday was a true British summer day. It started cold, grey, and windy, it threatened to rain, we then had a few hours sunshine, and then the wind returned. But throughout it all we were outside in our shorts and t-shirts!
Last night Little Bear went to bed as normal but after a while we could hear him talking so went to investigate. Little Bear sat up and said, “I feel sick, my tummy hurts, I need medicine” in a voice so weak that it deserved an Oscar. It was all we could do to suppress our giggles as he gave the performance of his life.
Medicine given, just in case, he went back to bed and quickly fell asleep. We were both fairly sure he was putting it on, but at 26 months can he really be that cunning?? And he doesn’t even like medicine, so what benefit was it to him?
Earlier in the day there was a particularly unpleasant poo experience during which we said to each other, whilst he was playing away from us, that maybe he had a poorly tummy and hoped he wouldn’t be sick. Now Little Bear is blessed with a set of ears that don’t miss a thing, so perhaps he was simply repeating what he had heard us say about him…with added drama! This seems most likely and I’m hoping it is, I’m not ready to be fooled by a 2 year old!