We’re at the end of the age of two. That means that when he turns three he’ll be completely agreeable and well behaved all the time, right? RIGHT?
From what I hear three is the new two. And if that’s true then we’re in for a real treat.
I’ll start with the good: Max is potty trained! And he has been since December! AND! He did it all by himself!
He went over a month without any accidents at all. He’s wet the bed a couple of times and recently seems to have regressed and is having accidents all the time now. But I think that’s more of a Eff You to us because when we see that he needs to go we tell him to go and he says “No. I don’t want to!”. And then we argue and there’s timeouts for everyone. And that seems to be the theme recently.
But then he starts asking you where the cats are and unless you are myself or Rob you will have no idea what the hell he’s talking about. You see, Max has an entire family of cats for imaginary friends. There’s a mommy cat, a daddy cat, a Max cat and a baby cat and they are all named Tree. Is it their last name you ask? Who knows. To us they’re just the Tree cats. They come with us everywhere and they love to play chase.
While he can be just precious and talk about imaginary cats, he can also test your patience and make you feel like your brain is going to explode.
He’s not napping anymore, which has turned out to be okay. Basically, he’s so tired at bedtime he just goes right to sleep. It’s glorious! No more sitting next to his bed for hours, no more standing outside his door for hours! The downside? He’s awake all day. And in the early evening he gets pissy. Then I get pissy. And then I have wine. Or beer or bourbon. Whatever’s closest.
Listening to him talk is incredible. Especially after he had such a hard time with it. He’s officially done with speech therapy and I’m so so so glad we put him in that program.
Since he’ll be three in less than two weeks we’re looking into preschool. We visited a cooperative preschool last week and I think we’re going to sign him up. He’ll only be there for two months, as they follow the school districts calendar. He was shy at first but warmed up eventually and didn’t want to leave. I know that when the time comes to drop him off there will be tears. His and mine. I also know that it won’t last forever and that this is the best thing for him, and me for that matter.
His 3rd birthday is five days away and I’m starting to feel all the feelings. He has requested a red cake for his birthday and for dinner he would like hot dogs.