Inquisitive 3 yr old Minds & a Name Tag

Today, when the first day of VBS was over and I had picked the boys up from nursery I sank to a stool in the library. This morning totally wore me out! I finally garnered enough energy to go, but needed to take the boys to the bathroom before we got in the van. 

That’s where the trouble began. 

“But I don’t have any potty in me!” whined T. 

“I don’t want to put my shoes on and go home!” cried B. 

My mom helped and we eventually got the 2 dissidents to the bathroom. They chose their own stall (that’s super important) and we began the process of going potty. It’s not easy or simple, you know. It’s a whole process that begins with choosing which is the perfect stall to use and ends with washing and drying hands and soap and water everywhere. Surely you moms & dads know what I’m talking about?? Or maybe it’s just us. Sometimes I feel like taking 2 3 year olds to the bathroom is an Olympic event. And we train for it multiple times a day. 

Anyway. 

We had no sooner each chosen our respective stalls when we heard B began to bawl. He’d pinched his finger in the door trying to lock it and now the world was ending. I guess I wasn’t the only exhausted one because this kid could not handle life anymore. I tried to comfort him but he could not move on from the horror of the pinching. He cried while going potty. He cried while washing his hands. He cried while gathering our things out of the library. He cried when we headed toward the door. 

But when I took off my name tag to put on the registration desk – I didn’t want to forget it in the morning – he wailed. 

“You have to take it with us!!” – B

“No, I need to leave it here so I don’t forget it!!” – Me

“Noooooooooo! You have to take it with us!!” – B

I finally gave up trying to reason with him, and I carried him to the car while T tagged along with us. The crying did not stop through the parking lot. The crying did not stop while we buckled into our car seats. And the crying did not stop as we headed to grab lunch. (“BUT I DON’T WANT FOOD!”)

Once he finally got food he calmed down. I guess he’s like me and hits a wall of hunger and all of a sudden everything is not ok. Boom. Instant. Not ok. Hangry.

We made it home in a much better place (we also saw Mimi’s van, many crane trucks, a truck pulling a house on a trailer, a firetruck, a backhoe, and a couple tractors on the way home, which helped).

We got in the door. Everyone was calm. We sat down and to finish eating lunch. I thought we were totally in the clear and that everyone was over the events that happened right before lunch when I heard B say, “Mom?”

“Yes?”

“But why did you have to leave that [name tag] thing there? You neeeeeed it” – B

In the words of the vultures from The Jungle Book: “Now don’t start that again!” Oh, the joys of being a mom to inquisitive boys!


Thoughts on age 3 – Times Two

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My 3 yr old twins switched personalities at 1 years old. Not everything exactly, but the calm, easy going one is now my Curious George who is always finding trouble. And the one that always bit me the first year and refused to nap or be held by anyone else is now pretty easy going and would rather do what he’s supposed to than go find trouble. Most of the time anyway. Haha. 

Have your kids ever done that? Switched personalities or at least swapped characteristics about themselves? It’s the craziest thing! 

What’s funny is my Curious George knows himself pretty well, even at 3 years old. When we’re in a hurry we have them take a shower in our bathroom instead of a bath in theirs. Several times I’ve forgotten to take my husband’s shampoo out and they’ve emptied it 🤦🏼‍♀️. Or I have taken it out and they’ve emptied another bottle of soap. Now when we send them into the shower, Mr. Curious George says “Mom, you forgot to take it out,” and points to the giant shampoo bottle he looooves to pump out and wash down the drain. What a kid! Reminds his mom to child-proof the shower!

Can you SEE the attitude?!

It makes me laugh every time. What kind of kid knows his own self control level so well that he asks the temptations be removed instead of getting into trouble!? 

He’s also learned the art of asking for “Just one more.” He’s realized if he doesn’t ask for much, just a little bit, just one more, he can often get away with just a little more. 

We were warned so many times when the boys were 2 that 3 would probably be harder. I’m not gonna lie, there are some things I don’t like about age 3. The boys have more autonomy so they don’t always like to listen. And it’s more purposeful now. But there are some things I LOVE about age 3. 

I love how creative they are! They can think for themselves and they come up with the funniest/craziest ideas. The things they say and do! I shared this little anecdote on my personal facebook page the other day. They crack me up! 

Since we’ve given up naps (aaaah) we have been working on having a “quiet time” in their room in the afternoons. Mostly so Mom can have a few minutes of quiet. At age 3 they aren’t super good at spending time alone yet, but I feel like we do have some good days where they play happily together without me for a little while. There have been some disastrous days as well… but I try to forget those 😉 

Playing nicely together for a few minutes in their room during “quiet time.”

I’ve been picking up kid’s toys on sale for our quiet time adventures. We have a no-electronics policy during quiet time, so I need things to keep their attention. I made a list of them here

Another things I love about age 3 is being able to give them a small task, and they can do it. Like putting their plates in the sink after a meal, or picking up their dirty laundry. They can also buckle themselves into their carseats now (though sometimes they tell me they don’t remember how). 

We definitely have our whiny moments… hours… days… and from what I hear, we always will! Yet we also have so much fun! My 3 year olds are the biggest challenge I’ve ever encountered, and they’re the biggest joy to my heart. 

From My Mommy Heart

I don’t know why God saw fit to give us twins. 

I remember the moments of literal insanity from lack of sleep during that first year. More than once I thought my baby was purposely being mean to me by waking back up just when I’d laid down. It was rough (is the understatement of the century). The hardest year of my life. 

I remember choosing on their first birthday that year two was going to be better. I was going to get out more. I was going to start living life again instead of just surviving. And it wasn’t easy, but we did. We started going to the zoo with friends. I took them grocery shopping (oh that one time I forgot my wallet…) just to prove I could. Our double stroller barely fits through doorways and is no fun to maneuver by myself, but we got out and we did things. Everyone warned me that when they started crawling and walking that life would get harder, but I loved it. When they were mobile they could follow me around and I didn’t have to carry two babies around the house. Year two was rough, but we did it. And enjoyed it.

Around their second birthday I realized I needed to start doing something out of the house. Their attitudes were normal 2 year old attitudes, but double time. Some days it was more than I could handle. I decided to go back to work PRN. Somehow taking care of someone else’s babies during the day made me super excited to return to mine. The boys grew even closer to their Dad, their Mimi, & Grace, who all take care of them while I work. Life was busier and thus harder, but it was good.

We are now smack dab in the middle of year four. I have two 3 year olds around constantly. Neither of which EVER stop talking or asking for things (how many times a day can 1 child say “Mom, can I have a rolla bar please?”). I’m not the best mom. I don’t handle the constant of two little ones perfectly. But there are these moments that make me stop and catch my breath. I can tell that I’m starting to see why God gave us two babies at one time. 

When they sit down together and have a 3 yr old discussion without fighting, it’s the best. When they happily play together, there’s nothing like it. When they have conversations or tell jokes or laugh with each other, it makes my heart pause to try to take it all in. When they haven’t seen each other in 30 seconds and giggle and hug because they’re so excited to be back together, my momma heart just about bursts. This morning they were outside playing in pajamas that don’t match, wearing their shoes on the wrong feet, just the way they like it. The breeze is cool and the temperature is amazing, and they were playing so happily together my heart almost couldn’t take it. It was a gift from God and my boys and it made my heart swell.

I still believe it’s a choice we have to make to thrive when life is hard, instead of just surviving. This is not something I have perfected by any means. And I still look back at that first year and wonder how we ever made it. The only way we did was by relying heavily on my mom & other family, friends, and God’s grace to make it through. Having moved past that it’s amazing to look ahead and see that my boys are growing into smart, kind little men with generous hearts towards others. I love seeing the things that delight them. My heart hurts when they are hurting. And I’m slowly learning that though I may never fully know why, God knew what he was doing when he gave us twins.

As I’ve thought about this post, I want to add a little bit to the end of my blog… to hopefully encourage YOU if you’re going through a hard time! It won’t always be this way. Things change, kids grow, jobs aren’t always the same. I would encourage you to reach out to God, and family or friends that you trust to help you get through it. Tomorrow will be different. Next week isn’t going to be the same as today. And by next year you might not even recognize yourself. If you need someone to specifically pray for you right now, please feel free to comment here or message me via my facebook page. I would be happy to lift your name to God to help you get through whatever you may be going through. Hugs, to you, my reader.