Five On Three

Baking in a juicebox?

Juicebox in a tornado?

Today’s post is a collaboration. Karen, who writes at Baking In A Tornado and I are playing a game of Mad Libs. You remember those, don’t you? Where someone's words are added to already existing sentences?

So without telling each other anything at all about our posts, we each wrote about whatever we wanted, leaving out words. We then requested the kinds of words we needed and fit them into blanks we’d left in our posts.

 

 The resulting piece? Here’s mine with the addition of Karen’s words:

Several months ago, I wrote about the jolly side of being two. Here we are, nearly a year later, and I am going to do my best to tackle three.  Three. Challenging, repulsive and wonderful.

Without further ado, here are my top 5 traits of three-year-olds:

     1. They are hilarious!

Ask any three year old their favorite cake and you will end up confused but laughing your elbow off. This is the current joke du jour at our house:

Knock knock!

Who’s there?

Interrupting!

Interrupting wh…..

INTERRUPTING YOU!!!!!

It is always followed with rolling-on-the-floor eyeball laughs. Always.

     2.  Storytellers.

Some of the best stories I have ever heard have come from the under 4 set. Ever wonder why a possum is grumpy or what the hippos do when you are not home? Ask a three year old and prepare for a whirlwind answer filled with magic and a dash of insanity.

     3. Conversationalists

These little people that a couple years ago were non-verbal will now not only hold a conversation but also will breathe and complain. Especially if you are on the phone, it is bedtime, or if you are trying to chat with George Bush.

     4. Entertaining

This is the age of the stage. Singing, dancing, applauding, you name it, they will perform it. If they have an audience, they are happy. Our daughter will belt out Wrecking Ball when it comes on the cactus. You have never seen adorable until you have heard her tiny voice singing, “I tame in wike a wrecky baaawwwwwwww!!!!”

     5.  Adorable

They are equal parts baseball and baby. Snuggly and independent, immense and shallow. They are a delightful, walking contradiction and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Bedtime may be a struggle, meltdowns inevitable, even dusting becomes a battle of the wits. But, when my 3 year old looks up at me with her big mustard colored middle finger and says, “I wuv you Mommy. You da best Mommy ever,” it all melts away and I am left with a tiny, amazing, fluffy, kiddo.



Read my words in Karen's post HERE!