Family, The Little People Are Trying to Kill Me 
23 Comments Is anyone else’s 3-year-old this intense?
Siegfried is a Piece. Of. Work. Such an intense little thing. We’re not overachievers around here so our list of daily activities isn’t elaborate. But somehow, every activity in our house is packed with riveting emotion. And since he can’t write (How do you even sound things out when you substitute an “L” for half the consonants you use??) I thought I’d document a few of today’s activities for him. In case he wonders what he was doing back in good ‘ole 2012. First there was the morning excitement.
I was standing there watching him. If it would have been genuine, I would have intervened. But it seemed more like an “activity”.
After we recovered from the SINGLE PIECE OF FUR, we played outside with Siegfried’s best frenemy, Simon.
They are either having a blast or Seigfried is screaming like a girl while Simon rubs his face in the grass. One or the other. Sometimes its hard to tell which is going on.
Boy likes to chill out on the sidelines. That’s more his style.
Although he always finds a way to interfere.
And then the rest of the day vacillated between variations of these two sentiments.
Surely I’m not the only one out there raising an alien (you know, besides Superman’s mom…)…
Actually, no, that sounds exactly like my three year old, except substitute “playing with frenemy” with “re-enacting elaborate movie plots with Barbies while speaking in a southern accent”. Things like “oh, thank gawd yore okay! I’m so happeh the bayad guys didn’t git chew! Now git in the cayah befowah somebodeh sees you!”
We are from Canada. She’s never met a southern accent. And she’s three. where the hell is she getting this stuff?
Those last two drawings are particularly familiar. Longer hair though.
Oh that is hilarious! I keep trying to reign in my Texas drawl so that I DON’T transfer it to the offspring. Actually, moving to Chicago helped me to eliminate a few key phrases. Like “Fixin’ to”. But I’ve noticed that they are creeping back in…..
The funniest thing is that my extended family is British, so both my girls pepper their conversation with little britishisms. (You know like “playing about”, “cuppa” meaning “tea”, and “biscuits” meaning “cookies to go with your tea”.)
I could COMPLETELY understand if a little of THAT accent crept in, but Kee’s generally got more of a Boston accent. Except, of course, when she’s playing Barbies.
You’re not alone Violet. My two girls are not much different than your boys. One minute they are best friends the next the younger one is beating up the older one, and I mean beating.
Oh goodie. A little something to look forward to…..
Mark my words. The kid is gonna be the next Dick Butkus. Line backer city.
Yeah he was playing with a 5-year-old at the park who was shorter than he was. People always expect his sentences to be a little more complex than “Me not want cacker!!!!!”
Sorry I can’t relate. My 3-year-old is compliant, clean, and generous. (Mother of all Opposite Days! April Fool’s so big it takes up 72 extra hours!)
Ours were born days apart, weren’t they. Maybe it was something in the water. Oh wait, we were 10,000 miles apart. Still….
I just watched my five year old roll around the outfield in a tee-ball game like he had defibrillator paddles stuck on him, while my three year old kept sprinting away or climbing to the top of a chain link fence and then letting go to see if he could catch me not paying attention. Don’t know if it’s normal, but apparently it’s common.
Your 5 year old has some energy, doesn’t he.
My daughter at 3 years old was kind of scary. I once found Barbie laid across the ice cream in the freezer with her head frozen into the ice cube tray, When I asked why she had dome that, without looking up from her coloring book, she replied, “She was bad.”
She also potty trained her Barbies. If they disappointed her, she would beat them against the toilet and thrown them in.
Lol… Brett! So funny!
That is hilarious. She had quite the imagination for discipline!
I don’t have any kids of my own – but your’s sound brilliant and so very entertaining! Not just sound – they *are*…. love your illustrations as always and the photo as well. I’m sure your son will appreciate this documentation later on – I hope you back it up somehow so that you’re sure not to lose it!
Yes! I already lost 3 years of blogging from out time in Africa. Crushing!
good looking kids…and SO well spoken…you’re doing GREAT!!!…keep up the good work
Thank you! The eldest has definitely inherited my magnificent verbal communication skills.
Haha! Actually, my little cousin (practically my little brother, as my mom was his nanny) was worse than Seigfried when it came to having a hair in his mouth. He would just stand with his mouth open, tongue out, screeeeeaming in terror until someone figured out that he must have a single hair in his mouth and rescued him. I didn’t think any other 3 year olds were quite like him… ;D
That is so funny! Good thing we grow out of that kind of behavior.
Oh man, this is my 2yo daughter exactly!! We can’t tell if we’re coming or going most days, the mood swings give us whiplash. I’ve heard 3yo is worse….
3 is totally the new 4!
That blankie picture would’ve been me at 3! Or 5… or 10… or 18… LOL.
Blankies are awesome. ^^