Kyler hit the Terrible Three's!
He never really had Terrible Two's and I thought I was out of the woods. Boy was I wrong! It's like someone flipped a switch! I'm pretty sure everyone who reads my blog follows me on Facebook and/or Instagram but I will give a little bit better of an account of the past week on here. It started while I was at work and I got this text from Jake:
Needless to say, I was furious! Just days before I was thinking about how glad I was his hair was growing out so that it would look good for his 3 year old pictures. And now it was short. I mean really short, as in we are all still amazed he got it so short without cutting himself.
I was in shock. He was always so good and knew not to play with scissors. In fact he didn't even call them scissors until recently. They were "ouchies" and he would carefully hand them to me or let me know they got left out if he saw them. So, I guess what happened was that Jake had been cutting his shorts in the bathroom and left the scissors on the counter. Jaysen was crying so he was busy taking care of him when Kyler found the scissors and proceeded to chop the front of his hair. Jake laughed. He told him mommy was going to be mad, boy was that an understatement.
Jake told me I had better take some pictures to document because in a couple days, or weeks, I would be laughing about it. This was what I decided on:
I couldn't decide if I should scream or cry. So I did neither. I got home from work and we went straight to the salon. She started buzzing it and I couldn't look. I could feel the tears behind my eyes, but they never came out. "At least he is a boy" is what I kept telling myself and what everyone kept saying. I mean it isn't the worst thing in the world but I hate getting his hair cut so short because he looks so grown up. I just want him to stay little!
He loved the results. Normally, he hates hair cuts. Screams and cries and throws a fit. He has to sit on one of our laps and the other has to be there to help hold. This time he sat in the chair all by himself, did exactly what the lady asked and smiled the whole time.
The outcome was good. And I will say he looks good. And he loves it. Tells everyone he got his hair cut and is so happy about it. I guess that's what matters. He is still my cute kid.
So I made it through that day. The next day was my day off which means I had my usual morning routine. Get up with Kyler, get him some milk and turn on Disney channel. He chills on the couch and I get to go back to sleep for an hour until Jaysen wakes up and we start the day. We have been doing this since Jaysen was born, no problems. And that day wasn't any different. We got dressed and ready for the day and decided to go shopping for an outfit for Kyler for his 3 year old pictures.
We were about to walk out the door when I saw this:
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| Piano Bench |
And this...
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| Top of the couch |
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| Back of couch |
And this...
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| Coffee table |
And, finally, this...
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| Dining room table |
Yep, while I was sleeping he decided to be an artist with a dry erase marker (thank goodness it wasn't a Sharpie).
Why? Why, why why? That's all I could say. He KNOWS that we only write on paper. It has been pounded into his head from the moment he could hold a crayon.
I was already ready to go so I just left it and we walked out the door. We went to the mall where we met my friend, Mindy. Did a lot of wandering around and then he said he had to go potty. He has been potty training for a few weeks now and doing pretty well. So I took him to the bathroom and helped him up onto the toilet. He was about to go when it flushed. Automatic flushing toilet. Scared the crap out of him...oh wait, no, scared it back in, I guess. He jumped off and refused to go. After trying to convince him with no luck we just had to walk out and I just prayed he held it until we left.
We went into Crazy 8's and I finally found something. But of course I wanted to try it on him. So we went into the back to use their tiny, make-shift dressing room. (It is literally a cut out in the wall with a curtain, not even big enough to be called a closet.) I got his clothes off and the pants on and went to put the shirt on when he lost it. And my child isn't like that. Once again, it was like someone flipped a switch, and for whatever reason he decided he did NOT want to wear that shirt and was NOT going to put it on, even for a second. Well, I wasn't planning on buying the shirt, I just wanted the vest that went over it. So after being slightly embarrassed that he had screamed and threw a fit and the entire store had heard I gave in and just tried the vest on. Great, it fit, now get it off and lets get out!
Left the store and decided to stop at the bathroom and try one last time. And then I found it, the ONE toilet in the bathroom (and maybe the whole mall) that was not an automatic flush. It took a lot of convincing and a few minutes of my trying to hold him down until he went but he went!!
And that was day 2. I had survived. And now I only pray I can make it through the next year. (And I hope he can survive, too!)
The rest of that week wasn't too bad. He got this crazy idea that he can tell me no. We are working on that one but that is something I will not put up with. He has been SUPER whiny (must be a 3 year old thing. I don't know any 3 year old that doesn't whine.) But now I have to learn how to deal with it. He has developed this crazy curiosity and he just has to touch EVERYTHING! I swear he was not doing that a couple weeks ago. He has WAY too much energy. Not only did someone flip a switch but they also must have wound him up too tight and now he just spirals out of control. Like a literal tornado, spinning around and touching everything. I feel like I am being a harsh mom because every 5 minutes I am saying, "No. Stop. Don't touch that. Get out of there. Get down. Don't do that. Be quiet. Sit still....etc."
I'm sure you're all laughing right now and saying, "Ha, she got her's." Because you know what an easy kid he has been for me so far. When I was pregnant with Jaysen I kept saying I was worried that God wouldn't give me two good kids and that he was going to be a handful. Well, he is a pretty good baby. I never expected that Kyler would be the one to change and be the handful.
And although he is a little crazy and my hair is going a little gray-er lately, I still love that kid more than life itself. He can always turn things around by giving me a hug or kiss, unexpectedly, coming to cuddle with me, or being his super polite self. I'm not trying to brag but I have never met a kid his age that says as many please's, thank you's (kank you), you're welcome's (welcome), bless you, excuse me's, etc, as he does. And lately he gives me compliments that just melt my heart. I had him his juice and he says, "Kank you, mommy. You a nice mommy." Does it get any better?!
So I guess I'll keep him. I'll just have to pray a little harder for more patience.
