It's no secret that Mr. 3 is a challenging guy. He is as strong-willed as they come - and we know strong-willed. He has shoveled out most of the litter out of the litter box on at least 3 occasions. He can now wiggle out of his car seat unless you cinch it as tight as it goes (I had told him that 3 year olds have to sit in car seats - not in the backseat in a booster - so now he tells me "I not 3" when we get in the car). He refuses to sit in the stroller but will not hold your hand. He will tell you "I run away" and then he really does take off and he is fast. Today at Trader Joes he repeatedly ran away while I tried desperately to throw things in the cart. He crosses his arms across his chest and will tell you "I frumpy. It's a mad day."
So sometimes, on the hard days, it's hard to remember that he is growing up. Yesterday and this morning were difficult. We had planned to go see Paddington tonight and even showed the kids the trailer last night. We were not sure how it would work (we had tried Big Hero 6 but I ended up sitting in the lobby with him) but he seemed excited about the bear movie so we walked to our local theater, bought tickets, popcorn, and some cookies at our favorite coffee shop next door and kept our fingers crossed.
And he was perfect. So excited, laughing at all the right places, telling me the bear was sad at the sad part. We walked home through the cold with our happy kids recounting the parts they liked and drank hot chocolate when we got home. Yes, he's growing up. Maybe we'll make it after all.
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