You may have noticed lately, 3 Kids and Us blog has been more us and less about the 3 kids. The truth is, I’ve been really quiet about the kids because they’ve been driving me up with wall. Since Emma was born my husband and I have really struggled trying to maintain a little peace and order in our lives. As you may remember, Emma came as quite a shock and unexpected surprise. She’s actually the reason I started blogging in the first place. I wasn’t mentally prepared for her pregnancy and needed to know I wasn’t alone in this life of parenting three children.
Time went by, life got more difficult and still even more difficult. You’d think that now that Emma is 2 1/2 years old we’d have managed to adjust but the truth is, we haven’t.
I’m constantly finding myself very stressed, even bordering unhappy most days, especially on the days my husband is working. It’s an emotional struggle to get through each and every day that starts with two little girls yelling, “mommy, we’re up!!!”. And of course if I don’t spring out of bed like a piece of bread in a toaster the announcement gets even more obnoxious. I actually think I prefer the way our son use to wake us up which involved a little finger peeling back my eye lids followed by a way too cheerful “Good Morning!”. Sigh … the good old days.
So here’s what has been up with the kids lately …
Mattison is turning 10 at the end of the summer. TEN! When the heck did that happen? This kid is now nearly as tall as me and I fully expect him to outgrow me before his thirteenth birthday. He just finished 4th grade and academically, he’s having some issues. Math, Science, Music, Art … all classes he excels at. It’s the handwriting that is becoming a major trouble spot. I hate to say it but his handwriting is not better than it was when he started first grade and I’m finding myself getting worried about his fine motor skills.
While he’s generally a happy and very active child, we’re worried about him, a lot. For a few years he’s been having terrible crying fits, several a day, every day. If he doesn’t get his way, is asked to clean his room, hears we’re having something he doesn’t like for dinner, the reasons go on and on but the crying tantrums never stop. His pediatrician told us he would grow out of it years ago yet they still go on. I’m really at a loss on what to do other than go back to the doctor.
Kaydence is turning 4 in July and she’s well on her way out of the terrible toddler stage and into the sassy, obnoxious, strong-willed, thinks she knows it all, I can do it myself stage. To put it into one word, this child’s attitude is exhausting me. Thankfully, her personality is bundled with so much sweetness and funny anecdotes it makes life with her more fun than irritating.
She also just finished up her first year of preschool and is begging to go to Kindergarten, but unfortunately the school system won’t let her in this early, even though I know she’s 100% ready. So she has another year of preschool left.
Emma, Doodle Bug, Memma, I don’t even know where to begin with her. The way her personality has changed in the past year she’s become almost unrecognizable. The first 18 months of her life she was a very quiet little girl, almost going unnoticed at times. And now? She’s blossomed into this amazing little bundle of energy. While she’s still very much accident prone, she’s also always racing to catch up with her brother and sister. She walked early, talked early and now I’ve just learned to have no expectations from her because I know she’ll surprise me. Just now as I’m writing this, she walked up to my office chair, put her soft little fingers on my arm and said “what’s going on mommy?” Sometimes by the way she picks up song lyrics and converses with me, I forget she’s only 2.