{"id":248,"date":"2009-02-01T21:06:00","date_gmt":"2009-02-01T21:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tessa.datdec.com\/wordpress\/?p=248"},"modified":"2009-02-01T21:06:00","modified_gmt":"2009-02-01T21:06:00","slug":"three","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=248","title":{"rendered":"Three"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-style:\n    italic;\">(Upon rereading this post I see that it&#8217;s mostly<br \/>\n    just a crazy jumble of thoughts. I&#8217;m going to leave it as is,<br \/>\n    but read at your own risk :) )<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Have I posted about three before? If so, it&#8217;s a long year<br \/>\n    so I&#8217;m going to go ahead and post again. I guess we could call<br \/>\n    this &#8220;three and three quarters&#8221; to be a little more precise. Or<br \/>\n    not. Whatever. Anyway, three is a funny age. He&#8217;s so smart and<br \/>\n    so capable that it&#8217;s easy to forget he&#8217;s just a little kid.<br \/>\n    Sometimes he seems so big and grown-up, then I seem him with a<br \/>\n    bunch of other kids and he still looks like a baby. I think<br \/>\n    sometimes my expectations of him are very high. He can fully<br \/>\n    dress himself, including outdoor clothes (needs help with the<br \/>\n    mittens, but that&#8217;s understandable!). He&#8217;s fully potty-trained<br \/>\n    and can do the whole thing on his own with little to no help<br \/>\n    from us. He can read and he&#8217;s starting to make recognizable<br \/>\n    pictures (he drew an awesome fish the other day!). He can write<br \/>\n    some letters too, but seems very resistant to the whole concept<br \/>\n    of writing. He must get that from daddy, &#8217;cause I can write all<br \/>\n    day! :) He also has an amazing memory and can recite books and<br \/>\n    his new Thomas the Train DVD for hours. HOURS, I tell ya!! Book<br \/>\n    recitals are calm and mellow, but Thomas recitals involve<br \/>\n    complicated walking around patterns, usually involving climbing<br \/>\n    over things and circling around me. They also involve lots and<br \/>\n    LOTS of repetition, in both motion and words. He does a great<br \/>\n    job of getting the inflection and storytelling emphasis right.<br \/>\n    I sometimes find myself yelling at him to sit still and stop<br \/>\n    talking because he isn&#8217;t really saying anything, just &#8220;telling<br \/>\n    me&#8221; the Thomas story. It usually starts with &#8220;Mom! In my new<br \/>\n    Thomas the Train DVD&#8230;&#8221; and goes from there. Whew! I get<br \/>\n    exhausted just thinking about it. Despite (or because of? who<br \/>\n    knows) his ability to remember everything under the sun, his<br \/>\n    imagination is really coming through lately too. The other day<br \/>\n    he made a &#8220;really terrible accident&#8221; in the living room that<br \/>\n    involved all of his cars and trucks, lots of toys, doggies,<br \/>\n    blankets, etc. Then he built the firetruck floor puzzle and<br \/>\n    &#8220;drove&#8221; the firetruck over to help at the accident. Slowly the<br \/>\n    cars and other items untangled and came over to admire the<br \/>\n    firetruck. It was a long involved game that kept him busy and<br \/>\n    relatively quiet for awhile, with the occaisional requests for<br \/>\n    &#8220;mom! come see this really terrible accident!&#8221; I like the<br \/>\n    mostly quiet kind of games :) For some reason he seems to be<br \/>\n    regressing slightly in some areas. Not sure why. He claims he<br \/>\n    can no longer put on his own winter jacket, he consistently<br \/>\n    puts his boots on the wrong feet (after knowing right from left<br \/>\n    for a long time now!) and he started using the little potty<br \/>\n    again and not emptying it, after using the toilet for quite<br \/>\n    awhile. I think the potty thing might be because Eve is using<br \/>\n    the potty a lot (although she always wants to use the toilet<br \/>\n    like Lex), but I can&#8217;t figure out the dressing thing. He also<br \/>\n    gets super frustrated by things like inside-out sleeves on his<br \/>\n    PJs. It occurred to me the other day that he (and probably most<br \/>\n    3yr olds) could accomplish so much more if they were able to<br \/>\n    focus. When I get Lex to sit still for a split second and look<br \/>\n    at his PJs he is able to straighten them out easily, but he<br \/>\n    just gets flustered and moves so quickly that he can&#8217;t handle<br \/>\n    it. Must be an odd feeling being three. It seems like he has so<br \/>\n    much energy he can barely slow himself down, but then,<br \/>\n    suddenly, it&#8217;s gone and he drops. Crazy. Lucky for me he has<br \/>\n    been super, super sweet at bedtime and quiet time. I am sooooo<br \/>\n    happy that we don&#8217;t have to fight the bedtime battle anymore<br \/>\n    (well, with Lex anyway. Eve is becoming more difficult in that<br \/>\n    area :\/ ) It&#8217;s like he&#8217;s finally starting to appreciate that<br \/>\n    his body needs rest. Ahh&#8230; ok, I&#8217;m done now. In summary: Lex<br \/>\n    is an amazing kid. I couldn&#8217;t ask for a more perfect son!<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SYZS2P7NFUI\/AAAAAAAAFrA\/xDOim11eGcg\/s1600-h\/IMG_4208.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align:\n    center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SYZS2P7NFUI\/AAAAAAAAFrA\/xDOim11eGcg\/s400\/IMG_4208.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298013103589233986\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The<br \/>\n    accident<\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\"><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SYZS2dSyWBI\/AAAAAAAAFrI\/j0uqWPPJdmc\/s1600-h\/IMG_4212.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align:\n    center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SYZS2dSyWBI\/AAAAAAAAFrI\/j0uqWPPJdmc\/s400\/IMG_4212.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298013107177805842\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The wild<br \/>\n    man who caused the accident<\/span><\/div>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align:\n    center;\"><a onblur=\"try\n    {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SYZS2tI8xZI\/AAAAAAAAFrQ\/hdiAGxwGLmI\/s1600-h\/IMG_4220.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align:\n    center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_xGc8ytldDks\/SYZS2tI8xZI\/AAAAAAAAFrQ\/hdiAGxwGLmI\/s400\/IMG_4220.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298013111431513490\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">The<br \/>\n    rescue scene<\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(Upon rereading this post I see that it&#8217;s mostly just a crazy jumble of thoughts. I&#8217;m going to leave it as is, but read at your own risk :) ) Have I posted about three before? If so, it&#8217;s a &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=248\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-248","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/248","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=248"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/248\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=248"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=248"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=248"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}