Jackie Wells-Fauth
Okay, I’ll admit that as the grandmother of a three-year-old, I am both slow and broken. I deal pretty well with the 11 year old and 13 year old, but the 3 and a half year old has been a revelation for me.
We had decided it was time for all of the boys to come and visit for a few days. We frequently have the older two in the summer for a week at a time, several times. When they were younger, I know they were as much work as the little one, but I’ve reached the conclusion that I was a great deal younger then and I’ve forgotten all the “tricks of the little guy” stage.
But, as I say, it was time to include the youngest in a visit, so we closed our eyes and had all three. And to say it was educational is an understatement. I learned so much in my old age about the talents of a three-year-old and it wasn’t long into the visit where I began to realize that I wasn’t managing him so much as he was managing me!
But to share what I learned. Because I don’t want him to grow up and be a lawyer and sue me for defamation of character, I will refer to him as I have in the past, as “Wildman”. The name is apt.
First, a three year old sleeps well…every other night. The first night he was here, he was still hollering for drinks and potty breaks at midnight. The next morning he was up at 5:30 am. And this was after only a half-hour nap getting to our house. We staggered through the next day, with the adults and the three year old lacking sleep since we didn’t even suggest a nap to the Wildman the second day. At 7 pm that night, we were trying to shovel a little supper into him before he completely zonked out and we heard nothing from him until 7:30 am the next morning. Everyone refreshed, we braced ourselves for night number three and tried hard to enjoy the sleep roller coaster ride!
Three year olds eat a strategic diet. If you put a plate of meat and potatoes in front of them, they will eat countless slices of bread and butter. If you let him know where the cookie package is hidden, Wildman will have an eating orgy that will make the county pie-eating contest look sedate and moderate. Trends that will excite his taste buds at the dinner table are hard to follow: macaroni and cheese was a huge hit and hotdogs hit the skids. However, anything with sugar as the main ingredient got a big thumbs up from Wildman.
If your three year old loves Matchbox cars and has a collection, then all the world is a garage. You will find them in the refrigerator, in your shoes, in your sock drawer and perched cheerfully on your picture frames. The other night, I went to the bathroom and in the semi-gloom, I noticed a giant bug on the extra rolls of toilet paper. Inwardly screeching, I ran for the fly swatter. After several hits which seemed to leave the bug unmoved, I finally turned on the light only to discover that I had been trying to off a Matchbox police car! I wonder if I can get a ticket for that.
Entertainment is another sketchy thing for the Wildman. While “Monkey George” (Curious George for the rest of us) sometimes gets his attention, it is Paw Patrol that really hits the spot. We have watched so much Paw Patrol at my house this week that his older brothers have threatened to dismantle the television and even I sometimes find myself wishing that the ten-year-old star would drive one of his super-inventive vehicles over a cliff, along with his four-footed canine helpers. We are either watching Paw Patrol or asking to watch Paw Patrol and I have the theme song permanently stuck in my head.
By the time you are three-years-old, you have learned a lot about what you can get away with and what you can’t. Wildman is especially experimental in this regard, figuring that he can play with his older brother’s legos models if his brother doesn’t catch him and he can empty all the drawers in the kitchen looking for his favorite spoon, (it’s a souvenir spoon from Custer State Park) as long as his grandmother is not paying close attention. Once you are caught in your activities, your best bet is to smile endearingly. Wildman has a delightful cheesy grin and I will admit, it has gotten him out of a few scrapes!
Mostly what I have learned this week is that a 68-year-old is no match for the typical three-year-old and in particular is this grandmother no match for the Wildman. We have enjoyed the visit, however, and when he has returned to his more regular house (he has been referring to Grandma’s house all week as “my new house”) I am sure we will return to regular routine around here…but I may spend a week collapsed in a chair, not moving and watching copious amounts of television—and no, it won’t be Paw Patrol!
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