So since Vince turned 3 1 1/2 weeks ago, things seem so much different. I wonder if every parent notices this at this landmark age? And by landmark age, I simply mean a further continuation of the hell that was 2 that has now become 3.
But by hell, I really mean ‘fun’ and ‘awesomeness’.
Three is terribly interesting. Three means rather a lot of interesting conversations about a lot of interesting things.
Sometimes it’s about dinosaurs:
Vince: “Mummy hurry! The dinosaur is gonna get us!”
Mummy: “Oh my gosh, it is? What should we do?”
Vince: “We gotta hide!!”
Sometimes its just random arguments, politely worded..
Vince: “Mummy, I’m just gonna do this ober der, ok?”
Vince: “Mummy, I’m just gonna stand on dis right here.”
Vince: “Mummy, I’m just gonna take this from here.”
Mummy: “No. Vince, please don’t do that/take this/stand there.”
Please don’t open the fridge and try to pour your own milk. Please don’t carry my weights around the upstairs and state “Mummy!! I’m stronger!!” Actually, its OK that you do that. I love it. Please don’t sweep my floors. Please don’t pull the dogs tail, he will bite you for sure. Please don’t cry, I know the dog just bit you. Please talk to your Nana on Skype. Please say ‘hi’ to your Grandparents on the phone. Please, please, please…
It is just a huge, endless session of ‘please’. Mostly followed by ‘no’. Interspersed with dinosaurs and frogs attacking whomever is nearest. Frequent exclamations of “Mummy! I did a HUGE poo! Come see!” (and subsequent clapping).
Is this starting to sound like your life? Are you me? Are we the same person?
Not that I dislike it, it’s new and interesting. I like new and interesting things. I like Vince. Hence, I like this new path of ridiculous.
Today as a Lexus van drove slowly past our family walking, I thought “Based on seeing us, they probably are not going to move here”. Vince in a wife-beater with a monkey, combat shorts and dinosaur rubber boots, Edward in practically his underwear and myself in a tank-top I used to wear when I was hugely preggos and capris printed with flamingos…
Don’t you want to be our neighbors and friends? Don’t you want to share the joy of ‘3’ with us? Aren’t you already doing the same thing that we are?
We are JUST down the street. In fact, we are your neighbors already.