It’s 5:45 am. A beautiful (albeit freezing) dawn is breaking. But that’s not what awakens me.
Instead of the twittering of brave winter birds and the hint of February sunshine behind the shades, what jolts me awake are the blood curdling shrieks coming from the bathroom, where my 6-year-old daughter has been for the past ten minutes, using the potty and then losing herself in whispered songs and daydreams. But now, the dreams have taken some sort of horrific turn for the worse and she’s in there screaming as if all the hounds of hell (not to mention Hannibal Lecter and Freddy Kruger) have broken through our thin veil of existence and they’re about to rip her throat out.
I lurch out of my half-doze and I’m trying to leap out of bed to rush to her side, but the shrieks have paralyzed me, and the very air around me has taken on the consistency of maple syrup, and the screams continue to peal out (in fact, in a certain part of my psyche, they’re still going on, endlessly, forever and ever) and still I fight it, kicking sheets and blankets away, trying to swim out of the maple syrup murk of knowing my daughter can sound like that, and I’m yelling, “WHAT? WHAT IS IT?!” as I’m trying desperately to get to my child before the axe murderer that is surely hiding behind the shower curtain can hurt her, when the screaming simply stops as suddenly as it began, and my daughter says, her voice the model of calm and decorum:
“Oh, never mind. I thought there was a spider on me. But it’s just a piece of fuzz.”
Without any possible hope of getting back to sleep after that little situation, I get up and head for the kitchen and I run into this on the way:
This is my younger daughter. She’s three. And when I say she’s three, I mean she’s really really REALLY three. She is not afraid of spiders. Yet. Right here, I suspect she is wondering two different things: 1. why is her big sister so afraid of fuzz, and 2. why in the name of God and all the saints have I not yet fixed her a 5-star breakfast????
Terrible twos, my ass. Two ain’t nothin’ compared to three.
Welcome to my world. Come on in. You can leave your alarm clocks at the door. There’s coffee if you want it, but around here, you don’t always need it.
Welcome to the world of bloggers!
My three year old is the same way! I totally agree that two is sooooooo easy! Three, not so much
–Weaver (chipper on the Denim Jumper)
ps I already added you to my bookmarks. Can’t wait to read more
Thanks, Weaver. It’s good to know my 3 year old isn’t the only one. So, can I add you to my blogroll? I don’t even know the proper etiquette for this stuff….sorry about that. :o)
My 3yo is also VERY 3. She thinks she needs 3 of everything (pillows, bedtime stories, blows of cereal, etc.) because she’s 3. She is constantly reminding people of her age. Yesterday she was telling on her brother and said, “He took the toy, and I was just playing with it, AND I’m three,” and she ran off.
See? Blogging is easy! Looking forward to reading more.
My 3 yo only wants three if its dessert or a snack
“mom, I need 3 tookies, peeees” me-why? “tuase, mom. I’s free!” complete with the fingers 
RegularMom, you are more than welcome to add me to your blogroll. I will go add you to mine right now
Thanks Weaver.
And hey Heather, I’ve been meaning to say hi, and thanks for stopping by, and I’m SO GLAD there’s another person who gets the whole 3-year-old thing! Can I add you to my blogroll too?
I’m still figuring out this whole phenomenon of blogging. I’ve spent a lot of time looking around for blogging etiquette rules, and I’ve discovered that I should definitely be responding to comments and that it’s okay to add links to blogs to my blog. But, it feels so FORWARD of me to just add other people’s blogs to my blog without asking first. Does that make sense?
Weaver, as soon as I figure out how to add a blog to my blogroll, I’ll get yours on there. :o)
Add away. I’ll add you too.. sometime in the next week or something. You’d think as much time as I spend online reading blogs I’d have a better time maintaining my own! I know what you mean about adding without asking. I usually don’t ask and don’t mind being added, but it is nice to be asked isn’t it?
If you need any help with anything blog related let me know. I’m not a techie or anything, but I might know something useful