Conversations with a three year old

August 3, 2009 at 8:13 am (3 year olds, Conversations with a three year old) ()

Scene:  Daddy opens up a bag of Peanut M&Ms as dinner is being cooked.

Mom:  Please don’t let him see those (spelling out M&Ms) “m” , “a”, “n”, “d”, “m”, “S’s” before dinner!!

Three-year old:  I want some “S’s”. 

… so much for spelling things out!!

And on a related note, this will be my last “Conversations with a three year old” for at least two years.  On Thursday, I’ll begin having “Conversations with a FOUR year old” (sniff, sniff)!!

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Conversations with a three year old

July 20, 2009 at 8:00 am (3 year olds, Evan)

I’m pulling this one out of the memory bank before I forget about it & let it slip away!  And before said three year old turns four!!

Scene:  After three year old has taken a bath, brushed his teeth & had his hair brushed (which around our house the hair brushing part is called “getting handsome”), he goes for a walk with his mom

Mom:  It’s windy tonight isn’t it.

Three year old:  Yes.  It is windy tonight.

Three year old:  Mom (said with complete aggravation)!  The wind is blowing my handsome away!!

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Conversations with a three year old

July 5, 2009 at 11:29 pm (3 year olds, Evan)

Three year old:  What’s his name again?

Daddy:  Tiger (Woods)

Three year old:  Why is his name Tiger?

Daddy:  Well, that’s just his name.  It’s what his Mom & Dad named him.

Me:  It’s like your name is Evan. 

Daddy:  Why is your name Evan?

Three year old:  Because that’s what everybody calls me.

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Conversations with a 3 year old

June 21, 2009 at 10:35 pm (3 year olds)

3 year old:  What are we doing?

Me:  We’re getting our car washed.

3 year old:  Why are we getting our car washed?

Me:  Because it’s really dirty.

3 year old:  Why are these people washing our car?

Me:  Because these people are trying to raise money to go on a Mission Trip.  They’re going on a Mission Trip to help other people.

3 year old:  I want to go on a Fishing Trip with them.

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The happiest place on earth

June 17, 2009 at 6:47 am (3 year olds, vacations, Wordless Wednesday) (, , )

… until it’s time to go home!

I love Mickey

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Are we there yet?

June 15, 2009 at 8:21 am (3 year olds, family, vacations)

“Are we there yet?” … Ah, The age-old question asked by most all kids at some point in their life.  And likely while strapped in the back of a station wagon, SUV, or mini-van with luggage around their feet & piled to the ceiling. 

Last week we began our roughly eight-hour journey down to Orlando.  Apparently, Evan’s either too young or his mind just doesn’t think in terms of “are we there yet”, but still the same point was made.   He was stuck in the carseat & he wanted to be out!  After being in the car for just a short time, I quickly realized I needed to grab a notebook & start taking notes!!  FYI – Evan thought “vacation” was actually “the cation” … so that’s what he called it all week!

9am – roll out!

9:27am – “Are we going on the-cation?”

9:38am – “Dad, I really want to go on the-cation!”

10:33am – “I want to go on the-cation.  Where is it?”

(we attempt to re-explain that “the cation” is in Florida)

10:44am – “Hey Mom.  I want to go to Florida.”

(we attempt to re-explain that while in Florida, we’ll see Mickey Mouse, go swimming & fishing, play putt-putt, etc.)

12:45pm – “Mom, I’m ready to catch the fish.”

1:58pm – “Mom, I want to catch the fish.”

(between 2 & 5pm, we stop for lunch, Evan watches a movie & naps in the car)

5:20pm – ” I WANT to GO FISHING!”

5:29pm – “Look Dad, there’s a lake.”

5:31pm – “Can we go fishing in that lake?  I want to go fishing Dad.  I want to go FISHING!”

5:34pm – “Dad.  I want to GET THERE!”

(at 6pm we stop to eat dinner, explain that we’re in Florida & just a few minutes from where we’re going to stay)

6:15pm – (Leaving the restaurant – Evan starts crying) “MOM … I want to stay here in Florida I don’t want to leave!!!”

(attempt to explain that Florida isn’t the restaurant … arrive at condo)

6:45pm – (After unloading all our luggage & snacks & Evan’s juice into the condo)  “Look Mom.  They have juice just like we do!!!”

10ish – (Trying to get Evan in bed) “I just don’t understand the-cation!!”

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Soccer – game two

March 22, 2009 at 9:36 pm (3 year olds, Evan, soccer) ()

 Evan’s game last weekend got rained out, so this past Saturday he had game number two.   He had alot of fun …

… picking up rocks …


… rolling on the ground …


… and playing with the grass …


He did actually score one goal (and rather fairly too – at least he didn’t kick or steal from any of his team mates to do it!!)  … our cameras, of course missed that!   Can’t wait to see what next week has in store!


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Rule breakers

December 10, 2008 at 11:02 am (3 year olds, behavior, parenting)

I’ve never been the type to break rules on purpose.  Ok – certainly I’ve done it from time to time over my 30-years but overall, I’ve been too scared on more occasions than not.  More than anything though (ok – not really more than anything, but at this very moment anyways), is when parents break rules in front of their kids.  Not even the “big rules” but just the little minor ones.  I know I’m guilty from time to time too, but I’ve come to realize that preschool moms can be the worst!!  If I had a dollar for every Mom that broke the traffic rules at pick-up in the afternooon … I’d have my Christmas shopping paid for!! 

I remember so many occasions working in Children’s Church where parents would say “No sweetie, we can’t do that because Ms. Mandi will get on to you”.  YUCK – how about “No.  We can not do that because that’s the rule”.  Why do I have to be the bad person!!  Evan has a cousin that is two years older than him.  And the family is constantly saying “sit down so Evan will”, “eat your vegetables so Evan will”, “stop running so Evan will”.  AGH – why can’t it just be “Sit down, Eat your vegetables & Stop running” because those are the rules!!  Why does Evan have to be the bad guy!!  I know I’ll slip from time to time & do that with Evan & Megan, but I hope I catch myself.  I have this fear of Evan hating Megan because she’s the reason he has to be good!!

Ok – enough of that soapbox!!! 

I’ve come to realize why there’s four weeks between Thanksgiving & Christmas – so people like me will have time to post about one before the other comes.   I’ve got to work on that!!

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The forty-five dollar matchbox

November 12, 2008 at 8:14 pm (3 year olds, dentist) ()

I’ve heard/read everything across the board regarding “THE” age for your child’s first dental visit.  I went with the “around the time they turn 3” bit.  So for Evan, that visit was today!  We tried our best to prepare him – telling him the Dentist wanted to see how good he’s been cleaning his teeth, that he wanted to count & see how many he had and then of course we through some bribery in there too.

So this afternoon we loaded up with dinosaur in hand & took off for the dentist.   After a t.h.i.r.ty-m.i.n.u.t.e wait – sheesh – we  were taken back.  All was well in the world while Evan watched cartoons on the TV monitor & counted his teeth for the dentist, but then the unthinkable happened – the chair began to move!!  Up & back and Evan didn’t like either one of them.  As the Dentist was telling him all about his “helicopter” chair, Evan’s eyes got bigger & then slowly began to fill up with little tears.  There was absolute panic in his face – poor thing!  After a brief moment, and a two-minute check-up, we made it through with an “A-OK” report!  All teeth were in, clean & no decay!   So Evan was escorted to the treasure chest (I still remember the treasure chest when I was a kid!!) and I was escorted to the check-out. 

He picked out & was handed a matchbox car & I was handed a $45 bill!  Seems like a fair trade – huh?

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Sleeping with a crocodile

October 6, 2008 at 10:09 pm (3 year olds, life)

I just pulled a 3ft crocodile and two elephants out from under the covers of our bed … all stuffed of course!  Not sure what message Evan was trying to send with that one!

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