So Griffin turned three. And about two days later he started acting three. It’s been brutal. Lying prostrate kicking screaming type fits, crying so hard he melts into a puddle fits, walking away from me backwards knocking into ladies in the grocery store fits, throwing groceries out of the cart fits, refusing to potty fits, demanding a diaper while peeing on the bathroom floor fits…. fits, fits and more fits. It’s hands on combat in the war with a three year old. I’m eagerly waiting for him to outgrow this stage.
The other night while tucking him in, which is one of those moments in the day that redeems the others, he requested an all familiar book to me called “I love you”
It goes something like this:
“I love you when your silly and you’re dancing round my knee,
I love you when your brave and from my arms you flee…”
That night, we’d already been reading Dr. Seuss, which always gets me talking in rhyme, so when I was reading this one to him, it kind of morphed into a whole slew of situations from the past few weeks and just kept coming out in rhyme. Something like this….
I love you when you’re crying and you kick and scream and pout,
I love you when you refuse to walk and you want to be carried about.
I love you when you’re sweet and you want to snuggle near
I love you when you’re crying and you’re soaking me with your tears.
I love you when your silly and you’re dancing round the house
I love you when your quiet sleeping like a mouse
I love you at the grocery store when you throw everything out of the cart
I love you when you kick and scream because I won’t buy you a pop tart
I love you in the bathtub when you play with all your toys
I love you when I wash your hair and you scream and make all that noise
I love you when you push your brothers and make them really mad
I love you when you’re being good and even when you’re bad….
I love you any way you are, no matter what you do….
I love you just the way you are. I love you because you’re you!
When I got to the end, I let out a big laugh and said “Well, that was therapeutic!”
If you can’t beat ’em, kill em with poetry! Or something like that!
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| This was at the park and I actually got out my camera to capture it… I love him even when he won’t walk and wants to be carried about. |