In some ways I didn’t think Jimmy would ever be 3 years old. It seemed so far off. While it’s true that time practically starts disintegrating before your eyes once you have children it seemed to slow down a little after Jimmy hit 2. It was still flying by with Joey or with my pregnancy with Lilly but I was starting to feel like Jimmy would be 2 for the rest of his life. I dreaded 3 because of the horror stories I’ve heard and couldn’t wait for it at the same time. Maybe once he hit three we could start potty training or maybe he’d grow enough to actually wear size 3T. But it finally happened. He turned 3 in the most uneventful way. He spoils me. I think your first child should always be the hellion and the reward for dealing with that insanity should be an angel-child like Jimmy. I feel incredibly blessed to have three kids that are mostly angel-children with a dab of hellion. But I worry sometimes that Jimmy is so good that he’s rocking me into a peaceful dreamlike state that Joey will be happy to kick me out of when it’s his turn.
One day he was 2. And the next he was 3.
The last day of being 2!
He is such a smart little guy. I don’t even know the number of words in his vocabulary because it seems to explode almost every day. He’s putting sentences together too! Sometimes he can be a little difficult to understand, partly because he’s using gibberish as filler and partly because his pronunciation isn’t always spot on. But he understands so much. And not only are his verbal skills really taking off but his comprehension is just astounding. Sometimes he anticipates our next move or request and does it before we ask.
His hearing does seem to be remarkably selective though. He definitely thinks he knows when it’s important enough to acknowledge and when it can wait indefinitely. His opinion and my opinion on that do not line up…ever. When I call his name it’s ALWAYS important. I’m not sure if Jimmy is 3 going on 14 or if Mercedes is 14 going on 3 but they’re pretty similar in that aspect.
– Belts (as belts and as all sorts of imaginary things)
– Cartoons – Team Umizoomi, Dora, Bubble Guppies, Mike the Knight, Mickey Mouse and Jake and the Neverland Pirates
– Playing in the water
– “Thas okay Mommy. Thas okay. I fis it.” (with the sweetest little head bob and smile)
– “I farked!” (20,000 x’s a day)
He loves his brother and sister. He always makes sure people are quiet when Lilly is sleeping. He tells on Joey now, pushes him (he pushed him off the couch the other day!), wrestles with him, plays with him, takes toys away from him, gives him toys and randomly, out of the blue hugs and kisses him. He cried the other day when Joey got in trouble. They chase each other around the house screaming and laughing.
It’s funny how he points out that Joey has “caca” when actually HE’s the one with the poopy diaper. I think it’s definitely getting to the point where we need to potty train him. One less in diapers is going to be so awesome!
So my big boy is 3 now and 4 feels a million miles away.