I grow tired of the 3s

True, we haven't had a day like today in a long while, but man they just push all of my buttons.

I think I had to yell every request at her (after 3 times of getting progressively louder and even touching her or getting closer to try to get her to focus on me). When I would ask her a question, she'd stare blankly at me. When I asked her to pick stuff up, she'd go over and move it around instead of picking it up. Even given specific, micromanaged tasks to complete a project, she'd do something that was obviously not what she was asked to do.

I am really tired of testing limits.

Flying

Ryanne went upstairs to put her blanket in her room. She came downstairs with her butterfly wings and crown. She asked for help getting her new skirt on.

Then she explained to me that we needed to go outside so she could fly in the wind. She would go up and down and up again. She would fly all over.

We went outside.

She hunkered down and jumped as high as she could. She looked and me and then hung her head in despair.

M: "Ryanne, what's wrong?"
R: "I cannot fly."
M: "What about pretend flying? Can you pretend to fly?"
R: "Mommy, I cannot pretend because I cannot fly."

Worry not, she recovered quickly and was soon running circles around the patio declaring that she COULD fly in circles all over.

New ending

Ryanne was singing the ABCs this weekend...

"Now I know my ABCs. Next time won't you sing with cheese...and broccoli."

I almost drove us off the road laughing.

How to get a 3 year old to clean?

Point the newly mobile brother at her stuff and then holler that he's about to eat whatever it is. You'll hear a scream of "No, Corin. No, Corin. NO, CORIN!" as she runs across the floor, but the object will be collected and put in its proper location. I knew there was a reason I wanted a second kid.

Conversations with a 3 year old

R:"Happy Valancetime's Day!"

R:"What's your name?"
M:"Mommy (Mommy's real name)"
s utjkjehfn l fjngb fhgb h gh g (RC's entry)
*scribbles on the paper*
R:"What's Daddy's name?"
M:"Daddy (Daddy's real name)"
*scribbles on the paper*
R:"What's Aunt (Fyoire)'s name?"
M:"uhm. Aunt (Fyoire's real name)"
*scribbles on the paper*
R:"What's Uncle (RoaminUmp)'s name?"
M:"Heh. Uncle (RoaminUmpire - note the longer version, I did that with his name)."
*scribbles on the paper while giggling*
R:"What's Granpa's name?"
M:"Bampa (real name)"
R:"Nooooo! That's not his name."

R:"Look, Mommy, I grew a penis"
M:"No, RC, that's poop."
R:"I will grow a penis when I am bigger"
M:"Not without medical intervention."
R:"Medical enter bent un?"
M:"Not without a doctor."
R:"The doctor will help me grow a penis?"
M:"If that's what you want."
R:"I will want a penis."
M:"We'll talk about it again in a few years."
R:"We will talk about it later."

R:"I will be so excited"
M:"You're not excited now?"
R:"No, but I will be."
*waits a few minutes*
R:"Now, I am excited!"

Where does she get this stuff?

Tonight, on our way to dinner, Ryanne was standing under the tree in the yard.

She is trying to coax an imaginary friend out of it. She has her arms out.

"Hey, Steve, you are stuck in the tree. C'mon I will help you down. I will catch you. Jump."

The imaginary friend, presumably jumps.

She pulls her hands back, looks at the ground, "Oopsy, you fell. Are you ok?"

She's not mean, but sometimes I wonder.

Definitely sick

She just rolled over on the couch and passed out. There's something really funny going on.

Poor kid has kept down breastmilk and maybe a bit of water today. Cheerio paste is disgusting to clean up.