I'm still living in the sick house right now. It's awful. But I decided that three blog posts about my sick kids would be ridiculous. So, onto other business...
Since we are past the half way mark of that ever so lovely age three, I feel like a bit of an expert. And while I was being a bit snarky with the "ever so lovely" part, there is actually a lot of truth to that. Age three has been rather delightful, at least overall. I love the conversation skills, the developing athletic abilities, the independence... all of it! Lately I've been sharing fun little tid bits about Liam on Instagram, but really I need to get back to posting them here on the blog since this is my journal of sorts. I could gush about Liam all day, because he continues to be the sweetest most loving boy. He's gentle and kind. He's completely impressionable right now, and so far has seemed to only have picked up Conor & I's better qualities and quirks. He's also this wonderfully amazing big brother! He sounds practically perfect huh?
Except he is still three, and there have been rough patches. Two to be exact. At least so far... The first one hit only a couple months after turning three. Liam picked up the art of back talking & not listening. Then he coupled that with some shoving & pushing of his friends, which was so completely out of character for him. We would often have little stare offs with each other as he blatantly ignored my directions or requests. It was a real rough time for us all, and it lasted a good 4-6 weeks. I wondered where my sweet boy went and how on earth I was going to parent this new fiesty thing. Yet just as quickly as this phase hit, it left. Sweet sweet Liam came back to us and was his delightful self once again.
We've been enjoying this delightful Liam for months! And then just a week or two ago, I saw another bad stretch coming. It started in slow with just a bit of limited listening. I'd have to tell him the same things repeatedly. But bam! a few days later, I realized we were in full threenager status. He doesn't seem to care what I have to say at all. Most of the time he chooses not to hear me, but even when he does, it doesn't change his response. He's convinced he can do all things for himself. He also thinks he can say " I don't like how you are talking to me" (yep I say that all the time) when he really just doesn't like what I am saying. He also happens to be in a growth spurt (growing pains make for rough nights) and has decided that everything was meant to be climbed on. I often find him standing on the top of our counters reaching for plates & glasses. He has yet to fall, or break anything, so I've let that one slide. But seriously, no surface in my home is clean of his feet. He doesn't lack confidence and is convinced that he can do everything for himself. He's found a new love for scissors... luckily no injuries have been had yet. I'm hopeful that this particular rough patch won't last nearly as long. I'd really love calm, gentle Liam back.
I'm in the thick of it right now, but three really isn't all too bad. I almost wish I could just keep him at this age right now. He's still so little and snuggly. Thinking about having a four year old is mind blowing. That sounds like serious big kid status. And I'm not nearly old enough to have a big kid.