So I recently have had a love/hate relationship with this stage of the age of THREE. Oh, there are so many things I LOVE about this stage. But gosh, there are some things that I literally can’t even deal with. I think this may be super specific to raising twins.
The boys have been at a stage where they love each other so much than two seconds later are airing out each other’s dirty laundry to us. We are the lucky recipients of their complaints which are super logical and include statements such as:
“Mommy, Micah said chair. MOMMY, MICAH SAID CHAIR!”
“Mommy, Jojo said dinky. MOMMY, JOJO SAID DINKY!”
In which our responses have been super patient and along the lines of:
“Guys, no one likes a tattle.” [From Mom]
*Ignore and avoid eye contact in hopes that tattler will become distracted and not tattle.*
They have fought long and hard over toys, over what shows to watch, over what clothes to wear, down to the pajamas. Connor McGregor would be proud. These parents though? Not amused. This has felt especially long and drawn out now that we are forced inside due to the early darkness and colder weather we’ve gotten. Because they are together in a closed space known as home, they are in each other’s faces all the time.
Evidence as follows:
The highlights of this age?
They apologize to each other and to us, kiss and makeup.
Their vocabulary has exploded out of the park.
They are easier to take places and when we take them out, it’s usually a blast.
I JUST NEED THE BICKERING TO END. AND THE CONSTANT TATTLING. NO ONE CARES THAT JOJO SAID “BLUE.” The end.