Skip to main content

My three-year old, "D"

My three-year old-- almost four-year old-- is going through a "phase." With little provocation, there can be much crying. His favorite statement right now is, "I don't want to." He feels the need to instruct not only how something will be done, but who will do it, "I want Momma to put the ketchup right here and for Daddy to get me my blue spoon." He knows which words I don't want him to use and tries to slip them in conversation, a devious look on his face, "Oh, poop."  He always has a quick reply when I give instructions, "Well, I didn't put my listening ears on."

And he cares deeply. He gets down from the table, no matter how many times we tell him not to, when one of his brothers starts crying to see what's wrong. He gets so upset when I let one of his brothers cry for a couple minutes in their cribs, "But they are saying they want their momma! You need to go to them!" He loves his friends and talks about them all the time, "Can we go play with my friends today?"

This child can drive me absolutely crazy sometimes. I don't know why he won't listen the first time or why he would rather do things the hard way (arguing, crying, breath holding). I want to tell him that I am on his side and that I want to figure out something that works great for both of us.

This child has filled my heart with so much joy and love that it hurts. I smile when I think about him and can't help but laugh when he gives me a silly voice or face. I love when he curls up in my lap to ask what I'm doing and if I will read my book to him. We are reading Mark together right now and he always asks, "Just one more, Momma!" whenever I stop. I think he just likes hearing me read out loud (in case you are wondering, I do voices even when reading the Bible. I'm not sure if that is sacrilegious or not). We are also reading The Giraffe and The Pelly and Me together. He likes the pictures Roald Dahl includes. He does not like William Shakespeare; I tried having a sonnet themed summer. We made it to sonnet six before D informed me that "Shakespeare isn't a very good writer." I'm going to keep trying on that one because I just cannot imagine a future in which my children do not love Shakespeare. I have a couple ideas: Shakespeare Can Be Fun series by Lois Burdett or acting out the plays (have you read The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown?).

He loves "working" with me. He scribbles in one of my old calendars when I'm making our family plans or pulls out his laptop when I'm doing online grocery shopping. He has always liked to do what I'm doing the way I'm doing it: recycling, laundry, cooking. He doesn't want to work with little kid things, but the real things that I use. When I set him up with his Melissa and Doug chopping set, he wants it at the kitchen table or on the kitchen counter. I love his enthusiasm to help with things, "Can I unload the dishwasher? Can I fold laundry? Can I feed my brothers? Can I cook dinner?" He just happens to be stuck in a clumsy, three-year old body, "Oops! Sorry, Momma!" I love the help and willing attitude. I sometimes struggle with always having a shadow and never getting a minute to myself. I cannot tell you how many times I have stepped on him because he was following so closely behind me. I think part of him was touching me almost 24-hours a day between his first and second birthday. As I type this his elbow is resting on my forearm.

His personality is contradictory, adorably sweet, and complex. There is so much beneath the surface with him. He, as my first, has taught me that I have an extreme amount of patience, something I did not know pre-baby (a fact I rediscovered with teething twins). I have learned to apply my faith in a very real way. I have learned that I can love more than I thought and that putting others before yourself can become second nature.

I love you just the way you are, D man.


Popular posts from this blog

I love my stroller

I get stopped all the time when I go out. I don't mind that people want to wave at my babies or ask D if he is a "big help" or throw their hands up in mock distress and say, "I don't know how you do it." Sometimes, yes, I would rather run in and out of a store, but, honestly, even if people weren't stopping me, would that really happen heading out with three kids? I've gotten used to the "you have your hands full" conversations, but one thing I never tire of talking about is my stroller. People stop me all the time to comment on my stroller, either to tell me that they wish they had that stroller back when their kids were young or to find out what it is and where to get it.

Let me start at the beginning. When D was an infant we had two different Chicco strollers, the travel system and the Chicco $40 umbrella stroller. Neither was that exceptional, but they both served their purpose. When we found out we were having twins, I begin doing ma…

Baby products

 After a year with twins, we have been through our share with baby products. I try everything that comes my way or that fits in our budget. Here is what has worked well for us and some things that haven't.

1. Graco Pack'N'Play
Before the babies were mobile, this was their go-to place while we were home. We knew where they were and that they were safe from a very "helpful" older brother. For travel, we used them as cribs. Now that they are a year, they are a great way to keep them contained when we play outside with D or if we are doing a less-friendly baby activity, such as a Legos. We love our Pack'N'Play.

2. Bright Stars Play Yard
Major thumbs down. My parents have a Graco Pack'N'Play at their house and we have a Graco Pack'N'Play. We bought a Bright Stars Play Yard because it was cheaper than buying another Graco Pack'N'Play-- big mistake. It looks nice, but it is a total pain to fold, coming from someone who has spent a lot of…

The Silent Service

Back to life with my husband on submarines.

I've been posting about our STA-21 journey for a couple years now, since I started this blog. And now we are here-- our household goods have arrived, we are settled in a new house in a new state, and we are at our new duty station.

It was brought to my attention a little while ago when a civilian friend of mine-- a friend who's husband is not in the military-- that when I say we are "back on submarines," people don't have any idea what that means. (Or for that matter what STA-21 and duty stations and PCS-ing mean.)

So for everyone who is curious, welcome to Kimber's Navy Family.

What does it mean to be married to a submariner?

Submarines are called the silent service. They run secret, classified missions and operate undetected in the waters. As such, they have stringent operations security (OPSEC) measures. The exact dates they leave and come home are classified. Where they go is classified. What they do is classif…