The Good and Bad of Having a 3yr Old
My youngest little guy is 3. He has the sweetest little face. One that makes you want to just smooch him up. He has an adorable voice and can make the most pathetic sad face you have ever seen. He can melt me in an instant with a hug, kiss or "I love you mommy". But boy can he be a stinker!
I think my first child spoiled me. He rarely ever climbed on anything. He rarely ever broke anything. This one climbs and destroys constantly! Two minutes in the bathroom and I return to find that he tore apart the case label for a library video. I yelled at him and asked him why he did it. He replied "I don't know". Gave me the sad quiver lip and said "Sorry Mommy".
I can't stay mad at him but he makes me feel like pulling my hair out! I find myself yelling and saying "no!" way more than I would like. He just seems to have to take apart everything he gets his hands on. My dad says that he was the same way as a child. When he got older he started learning how things went together and would then fix them after he took them apart. I just wonder how many years I have to wait until he gets to that point.