Saturday, November 10, 2007

Three-year-olds

Three-year-olds can be the most frustrating creatures. Evan is going through this phase where no matter what I am telling him to do (even if it is something that he has asked to do) he will suggest a multitude of alternative activities. Breakfast time is greeted with a request to go lay on the couch, a request for a hug and possibly even a demand for his nose to be wiped (even though his cold is long gone). He had a sobbing fit tonight at dinner when he was faced with being cruelly asked to eat his favorite meal of all times (dinosaur chicken nuggets, if you were wondering).

When we were rummaging around in the freezer to find an item for dinner last night a Costco sized package of them was left out of the freezer accidentally. My lovely husband had offered to find the dinner item after I had started the hunt by pulling some things out, but in the process he forgot to replace what I had pulled out. So now we have a large bag of thawed nuggets that need to be used up before too long or they will go bad. Normally I would rather poke my eyes out than serve chicken nuggets for dinner. It is usually my nicest meal of the day and I like to make it something more adult.

Yet, the boy can be so persuasive it is amazing. I told that the local quilting store was now also selling yarn, so I decided to have a look around. You know, just to look, no buying at all honest. My husband was off work early so I was able to go while Harry was napping. In a crazy fit of madness I decided to take Evan with me. After purchasing some super yummy yarn (I got some soft Alpaca/wool blend and some amazing hand dyed super wash merino, in case you were interested) I took Evan to look at the fish tank that is in the mall where the store was located. One thing led to another and suddenly I was in the toy store that has a cool train table. Next thing I know I am buying Evan a toy car.

I am not sure how that kid does it. He can go from making me want to tear my hair out to a super persuasive and cute little boy. When he really wants something it is so hard to not give in sometimes. His eyes emit a hypnotizing ray that turns my brain off. He even used those powers to get me to allow him to take the car to bed with him. Harry took advantage of my lapse in judgment and went to bed with two cars (I guess he needed one for each hand). I am going to have to work on my mental defenses or I am toast when they get to be teenagers.

9 comments:

chichimama said...

I can never decide if I hate three or love three. It is a duel-edged sword...

And ohhh, new yarn!!!

Damselfly said...

I worry about the teen years, too -- and Fly is only 1!

Jenifer said...

Yes, 3 year olds are quite interesting. My daughter had an absolute crying and screaming meltdown because my husband cut the piece of birthday cake she was serves in smaller pieces.

Also today we went through the drive thru at McDonald's "just to get french fries". A Happy Meal and buzzy bee toy later.....

well you get the idea.

Elizabeth-W said...

Everything sounds 100% normal over there. :)

fancypantsnancy said...

Geeze what a pushover you've become!
Its my job to spoil them!

Karen (Pediascribe) said...

Man, stand your ground now or the teen years will be ugly. Horribly ugly. You're smarter than a 3 yr old!!

Anne/kq said...

Ah, I know how that is... The whole post. But I wouldn't worry about the teens just yet. As my grandmother says, let's not borrow trouble!

Nanette said...

Isn't it funny how kids can manipulate us? :)

Ginger said...

sucker!! jk it wouldnt be normal if we did not give at least once or maybe twice