Mr. Baseball and I have discovered that having a 3 year old is nothing like having a 2 year old. In fact, its much worse. I believe our thoughts during the Redhead's "twos" were..." Wow, we must be doing something right with our parenting, we have such a well behaved child."
Uh-huh. Then he turned three. (*sigh*) Lord, please forgive me for thinking I was any kind of a perfect parent.
God has such a sense of humor.
While three is a difficult age, its also a fun age. He does tend to redeem himself by saying the funniest things. For example...
* (while sitting at the lunch table the other day) "My, My, what a big bottom you have." - when asked where he heard this, he proceeded to say that he heard it from me. I.don't.think.so.
* "Mommy, where is YOUR penis?" (after seeing me getting out of the shower).
* (after watching the popping of the world's biggest zit on youtube) "I'm going to do that with the bump when I grow up." Just don't ask.
* When snuggling in the bed the other morning, Mr. Baseball and I kissed his cheeks at the same time and made a "Redhead sandwich" and the next words out of his mouth were..."Aw, Shucks..." I laughed soooo hard. He has great comedic timin
Despite the challenges, he's such a great kid and we love him to pieces!
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hang in there. 3's were hard for us. 18 months was the hardest... I'm bracing for round two with hannah. She's been too easy a baby...waiting fo the other shoe to fall. :)
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