"Get ready for three!" everyone with kids older than two has warned us.
I've listened to these warnings on repeat for the last year, but the thing is, two wasn't bad at all. Sure Logan had his moments, but overall he was easy and a ton of fun at two years old. He was never really a fit thrower and for the most part, you could reason with him.
Turns out everybody's onto something. Three is looking like it's going to be no joke. And maybe going to cause the concerning wrinkle that is developing just above the bridge of my nose to deepen a bit.
You need to eat your lunch! Why.
It's time to get in the car. Why.
You can't take toys with batteries in the tub. Why.
The grass is green. The sky is blue. It's cold outside. Why. Why. Why.
Other times, he's just illogical.
"Where do giants live?" he asked me, out of the blue as I was cooking dinner the other night.
"Giants aren't real. They're only in books and movies," I told him.
"Because… giants aren't real. They're pretend. They're only in books and movies."
Clearly, this answer was not satisfactory, as his voice grew shrill and louder. "BUT WHERE DO GIANTS LIVE?????" he shrieked.
I stopped stirring the pot and stared at him. "Logan, they're pretend. Maybe they live in castles or caves in your books, I don't know… Where do you think they live?"
My deflection tactic didn't work. His voice grew louder and more shrill still, almost on the verge of hysteria, "NOOOOOOO! WHHHHERRRREEE DOOOO GIANNNNNTS LIIIIIIVE???"
So what one does with that, I don't know.
When we put him down for a nap, he tells us whether he's going to sleep or not. If he says he's going to sleep, he does. If he says he's not going to nap, no matter how tired he is, he does not sleep. He spends the entire hour and a half flipping around in his bed and throwing stuffed animals around. I would let him stop napping altogether, but he's one of those kids that really still needs a nap. At least when he doesn't sleep he does stay in his bed relatively quietly the whole time.
Nick and I also realized he had been unscrewing the light bulb on the lamp that sits on nightstand during nap time. We told him if he did it again, he would lose his lamp. (Meanwhile, secretly, I hoped he would stop because I freaking love how that lamp looks in his room.)
Sure enough, the next day during nap time, what did he do? I walked in his room and he handed me the light bulb. "Okay, you just lost your lamp. We're going to have to put it away,"I told him.
"Alright," he said in a nonchalant tone that matched mine exactly. "Take my lamp. I don't want it anymore." Then he walked over to his closet, opened the door, and pointed to an empty spot on the shelf where the lamp would fit.
So that cute lamp that looks perfect on his nightstand is now sitting on a shelf in his closet collecting dust. Outstanding.