Be warned. Mommy is venting this Monday.
Was I overly blessed with my first two? Does he just truly enjoy being a “baby?” What is wrong with my sweet, handsome boy? Seriously.
He is beyond just turning 3. There are many things he should be doing…My number one gripe…SLEEP!!! Sleep through the night you little minion! Three years old. He started sleeping through the night at 6 weeks old. It was great. I truly felt blessed. Unfortunately at the time his 2-year-old brother was getting up frequently during the night. That lasted a few months and then we were good. Good until the little minion was just shy of turning two. I remember the day…well night. The night he decided to become difficult. Halloween 2010. Yup. That was the night he decided to start giving us a hard time going to bed. He started becoming terrified of his room and crib. It’s been a battle ever since. By 1:30am either he has made his way to my bed, or I have had to get in bed with him…which then makes the other two jealous. Most nights I am a bed hopper. Last night I slept in three different beds throughout the night, which is not an unusual occurence, it is beyond ridiculous! My husband gets kicked, pushed, and slapped, or even overly snuggled. We don’t sleep. He likes to tease us every few months with sleeping all night in his bed.
Gripe number two with this little guy – Potty Training. Oh the joys of potty training. Didn’t have a problem with the first two. You would think that with two older brothers he would “get it” and want to be like a big kid. Sure he gets a kick out of peeing in the toilet and “making bubbles!!” he’s just failing at the other part. I swear he poops his pants every. single. day…unless he’s feeling a bit irregular. Every time he just says “Oh no, I sorry Mom. Poop goes in the toilet!” Bribery: stickers, candy, promised fishing trips…all not working. He sits there a while, says “I done”, and then goes somewhere to hide. FOUR months of this. I’ve had it. Please for the love of God use the toilet EVERY TIME!
He comes out with sentences like “I’m the baby.” “Carry me!” Does he really not want to grow up and be a big kid? It’s strange, one minute he is doing his best to keep up with his brothers and the next he wants nothing to do with them. I just don’t get it.
Okay, I’m done venting. Time to have a glass of wine and then get to bed early before I get summoned by relentless crying. Lucky you’re cute little man.