For those who have not experienced Transforming Three’s, I urge you to spend each day loving your pudgy thighed toddler before they merge into a three-year-old. Three is when it hits the fan, or at least it’s been my experience, my mothers, and mother-in-laws that three is the most horrific age. Why? So glad you asked. A developmental specialist would tell you that it’s because their world is expanding, they are finding their own way and will naturally protest when restricted by rules enforced by you or even gravity. What they mean by protest is to scream, throw things, say nasty things, hit people and sometimes, intentionally make themselves sick to spite you. This sweet little baby that gave kisses and was the center of your universe has become something you fear. He’s the reason you’re hiding in the bathroom reading this post. A supernatural evil force has overtaken your child. It’s called independence. That’s why I call them Transforming Three’s because it’s the age where they transform, instantly from a sweetie-pie to a monster. The scariest thing is this can be turned on and off within a seconds notice. Like a light switch.
Now, don’t get me wrong. While my third three-year-old is fighting me on potty training, wearing clothes, eating anything aside from Nutella and well, everything else. He is also hilarious and brilliant. I love watching his world expand. Before a toy horse was simply a horse, now the adventure that unfolds with that little horse in his hand amazes me! The other day, he explained that his cowboy hat which is flat on the top (that’s the style it is) got flattened when a log fell on him. Now, as untrue as all this was, it amazed me that he could put such a far out story together that was somewhat reasonable. If that makes sense. He has the most fascinating mind and it is such a blessing to watch him grow.
Three is horrible. Three is amazing. I have yet to experience the teen years, I’m sure I’ll be equally horrified. But this is my rant on the toddler years. Good luck and God bless to those who have endured and are enduring. Go buy yourself something nice, you deserve it and Happy New Year!
It’s the beginning of March and it’s 50 degrees in Montana. Wow! It’s not normal for us to have fabulous weather and I can’t quite trust it, I think all locals feel the same and still carry their heavy clothes and layer to the extreme because we know that weather around here is fickle and one second you’re running around in a dress and flipflops and the next you’re snowed in for a week!
My favorite thing about spring is seeing the first buds on the trees, the small blades of grass rising from the once dormant ground and all the babies! The cows, sheep, horses, everything is having babies in full swing and it is so refreshing to see life after a winter of dark, empty nothingness. The other things I love are that my home schooled children hurry to finish their work and head outside to play and aside from me checking on them, I wouldn’t see them again until dinner time. They love it! I love it! Everything is new again; last years bike is as good as new, the trampoline, swing set and well, just driving their matchbox cars in the dirt is new and they love it!
I often complain about the cold and talk about how much I would rather live somewhere that is warm year-around but I love the seasons, I love a white Christmas and a hot Independance day and all the the things in between! Again, I don’t love the cold at all but when spring rolls around again and it seems like the world is brand new… all over again, I bask in the beauty of all it and wouldn’t change it if I could.
What is your favorite season and why? What do you look forward to as the seasons change?
Every couple of weeks, I venture to the nearest city with a Walmart and Costco with my mom and we shop for hours to get all of our groceries and any other household supplies. But, we make it fun and have lunch together. Currently, we are on the hunt for the best burger and fries. We’ve had the best burger but the little cafe changed it’s menu and is no longer serving burgers. So we are trying out any burger joint we can find. Last time, we got great fries and a not great burger. This time we got a decent burger and bad fries, oh and the drinks were nothing to write home about.
Although this isn’t a big deal at all and no one is losing any sleep over it, it is supposed to be the American meal, burger, fries and a shake, right? How hard is it to find a good one? Of course, it isn’t just burgers that this applies to. It’s everything, isn’t it? How far will one go to find the perfect burger or soulmate, job, car… the list is endless! The burger is nothing really but we are wondering if we will ever have an amazing burger when we have already had the best?
Can one remarry when you’ve had the best and lost them? Can you ever replace the car that you got in perfect condition for the perfect price? Why does it seem that all these things are once in a lifetime deals? I don’t really believe that they are, I just think we get to a place where we want what we want when we want it and don’t want to go through the pain of test driving every car and not taking one home or eating every sad excuse for a burger in town without finding the right one. It’s hard! It really is, it’s hard to keep trying for a job or a dream while being shutdown or not quite finding you knack.
I do believe that hope is still there, the perfect burger is out there, Mr. or Mrs. Right is out there and so is your talent or gift. I truly believe that the secret to any success is never giving up. My hubby never acknowledges defeat, to such a point that I often wonder if he realizes that whatever he did didn’t work. He just keeps going, regardless of how much time, energy or money is lost, he never stops moving for a second and he succeeds! So, I guess I am encouraging whoever is reading this not to lose hope and just keep moving! Put one foot in front of the another and don’t look back!