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Thursday, October 16, 2008

Note to self...

For the love of all that is good and holy, will someone PLEASE tell me that 3 year old boys have a "time of the month."

Because I need something to explain the mayhem that was my son this morning.

One minute smiles, but the next was a meltdown.

Clearly he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Only he sleeps in a day-bed and there's only one side to wake up on.

That does not bode well for future mornings.

Maybe having a regular bed with two sides would help.

Note to self: Buy son a regular bed with 2 sides.




On the upside, he has really been showing his stuff when it comes to musical aptitude.

He plays a mean air-trumpet these days.



He has also picked up a little air-trombone and air-guitar as well.

Although I'm thrilled that he is developing a love for music like his mama, I'm a little terrified of what this means for the pre-teen and teenage years when he is learning his instrument of choice.

Note to self: Build a sound-proof room addition onto the house.



And if all that wasn't enough, his reasoning skills are beyond what I think any three year old should have.

He asked for some more milk last night at dinner after his sister got some more. I explained that he still had plenty in his cup.

His reply was, "Daddy, I need you to drink my milk so I can have some more."

Although incorrect, it was a well-reasoned repsonse. And this seems pretty normal for him.

Unless it's his time of the month, of course.

Note to self: Figure out how to peek inside son's brain to determine its inner-workings.

4 Comments:

Anonymous said...

You really need to "peek" inside your son's brain. If you "peak" inside, I'm not sure what will happen. :) From a New Reader

Way More Homemade said...

HA. Sorry about that. Typed this post while I was at work... didn't proof. OOPS.

:)

Brittany said...

Love his reasoning. So cute!

Kim said...

The hubby and I are not "morning" people and our son took after us. When he was three he came stomping into the kitchen one morning and said, "Give me my cereal, mommy!" His dad sent him back to his room and asked him to have a better attitude and say Good Morning. He stomped off to his room, stomped back, said "Good Morning!" (5 second pause and a frown) "Now can I have my cereal?!" Can't say that I'm much better until I've had my coffee. He, however, did improve with age :-)