You are three! Mostly I feel like it’s amazing that you’ve ONLY been with us 3 years; I just can’t imagine life without you.
I don’t want the entire post to be negative, so I’m going to get the “challenges” out of the way now. Things feel like they’ve settled a bit since you were possessed by satan, but I sometimes wonder if it’s just that I’ve gotten used to it. There are still daily fights about anything from what to eat, to what to play, and when to sleep. You have BIG feelings that just EXPLODE, and it can be violent and extremely intense. It’s also utterly exhausting; some days I feel like we’ve just fought all day, and I wonder when things will become pleasant again. You rarely respond to the “nice” mother that I’ve tried and wanted to be, and I turn into this angry, yelling mother that I never wished to become. Sometimes (a lot of the time) I resent you for that; WHY won’t you just listen to nice mum? why must you make me into this person I don’t want to be!? I’m pretty sure that this is just the normal feelings for this age, but I’m tired, and hoping it gets easier soon.
Now that I’ve told you all of the reasons why I will embarrass and annoy you when you are a teenager (paybaaaaack!), I can move on to the normal, expected gushing about all of the magic that is Archer Beck…
You are really hilarious these days – the way that you talk has just totally transformed from toddler babble into real, big kid talking. The other day I heard you whispering to Bash “mummy is a butt” and then laughing hysterically. You laugh more at movies, and you tell jokes; I’m not sure how better to describe this transformation, but it’s really clear that you’re thinking differently.
You see words written and you tell us “this says blah blah blah”. You don’t say ‘she’, you say ‘her’; “her is coming to play with me”. When you don’t know the answer to something, you say “I can’t tell you”. When we ask you a question, like “what did you do today” you respond with “you tell me? I not know”.
You have all of these faces that I try, but fail to capture in pictures. Your ‘manipulator’ face; when you want something, you turn your head to the side, open your eyes really wide, and sort of nod your head; “I have a jelly bean? please please?”. Your ‘cheeky’ face; when you’re trying to be charming to get out of trouble, you give your fake smile and squish your eyes mostly closed and turn your head side to side; “I sorry mummy, I p’omise I nevah evah do it again”. You also have a shy face, stone still; excited face, huge eyes & mouth and lots of screaming; sad face, tragic face droop; and angry face, scrunched up, teeth barred, hissing.
You like to keep busy; the days we stay home are the worst ones as far as your (and my) behaviour. So we do swimming lessons, childcare two days a week, and gymnastics, and we go for walks a few times a week. Woollies is a 5 minute walk, so we go down there, pick up some breakfast and then take another 5 minute walk past the “kananoos” to a table at the edge of a construction site – DIGGERS! You ride your bike, and you have gotten SO fast on it! You run, then lift up your feet and glide. When you glide down hills, I get so scared as you pick up speed, but so far you’ve just calmly stopped yourself.
In one term of swimming lessons you’ve gone from refusing to put your head under the water to jumping off of the edge before we’re even ready to catch you – you’re actually overconfident now. You love swimming now, and I think you’ll be able to swim by the end of the year, if not the end of next term.
School is a bit of a mixed bag, I think that you have a great time, and I think it’s good for you, but when I drop you off in the morning I always feel a bit anxious. You’re completely silent during drop off and you hang around my legs, and then when I say goodbye you just stay standing wherever I’ve left you. I ask your teachers if you have fun and warm up, and they say yes, but I wish I could see that. You were moved up to the junior kindergarten room, so you’re actually the youngest in the room, and you sometimes say that the bigger boys are mean to you. So yeah, there’s a lot of guilt surrounding you going to school, but I also really don’t want you to start real school and be the only one who’s never been away from his mummy. AHHHH! conflicted!
Gymnastics has been fun. You’re growing more confident and you now like to jump off of things; you refused to jump at all the first week. It’s really nice to have a special thing that we do together.
All of those things keep you busy in the mornings, then you have a nap and usually our afternoons are a bit smoother and you’re a bit happier (less aggressive and demonic).
You’re still waking up in the night and coming into our bed. I wouldn’t mind so much except that some days you come in and demand the iPad even though it’s 3am, then you scream when we say no, which wakes up Bash, and then you go to sleep and I’m left getting Bash back to sleep. The iPad isn’t all bad though, when Bash lets me, we give it to you when Dad gets up for work and you watch it while I get a bit more sleep.
You still love videos of people playing with toys, which is weird, but we try and steer you towards nature documentaries or shows that aren’t complete rubbish – rarely works.
You’re totally potty trained! I’m not even sure how it happened, it just kind of did. You’re pretty awesome at it, and only have accidents on purpose (as in, you do it out of spite or amusement). Along those lines (sorry if your future girl/boyfriend is reading this), you’re OBSESSED with your penis. It’s definitely your favorite thing, and we’ve had to have multiple chats about what is appropriate with “private areas” haha.
You can sing the alphabet (but sometimes get ‘s’ confused with ‘f’ and get caught in a loop), as well as tons of other songs, I frequently hear you singing to yourself. You can count to 10 (but you always skip 5). You know every sort of digger truck and like to point out the “idolics” (hydraulics) and stabilizers.
You’re incredibly sweet sometimes, and ask for snuggles, and you LOVE your brother. Sometimes you can be a bit rough, but it’s usually that you’re just trying to play with him and you try to move him or pick him up. You’re always saying “I love cootee Bashie” “Bashie is soooooo coot” “I love my brother” “Bashie is my best friend”.
Archer you have a HUGE personality. You are passionate, courageous, imaginative, creative, funny, and loud. While these traits might test me daily, they also entertain me now and make me so excited to see you in action as you grow up.
We love you, crazy boy!
Love Mummy (Daddy & Bash too)