Thirty-six months

To be totally accurate, the title of this post should be 37.5 months, because that’s how old David is. I meant to write this when David turned three, back on August 16, but things are still running a bit behind around here.

David will forgive me, I hope, especially since one of huge reasons it’s taken me so long to write this is because he has given up naps. I know, I’ve mentioned it before. And I’m sorry if it’s gotten repetitive, but HE STOPPED NAPPING! Naps are a big deal. Guaranteed, ask 20 moms when their kids stopped napping and prepare for a RANT. Especially if the mom whose kid stopped napping at 18 months is sitting beside the mom whose 5-year old still naps.

I consider myself a pretty laid-back mom, but I do have three standards I’d like my kids to at least aspire to. 1) attend Virginia Tech 2) win the Publisher’s Clearing House Sweepstakes and buy Mama a horse 3) take a nap.

David. You’re only three years old. You better buy Mama a really pretty horse to make up for this.


Something happened to David in the past few weeks. He’s suddenly looking older, more like a kid and less like a toddler. And the baby part of David is entirely gone. And it’s not just me, people tell me all the time that his face is looking more mature. He’s losing his chub and really looking like the big boy he claims to be.

When David turned one, I said that if I could tell you just one thing about David it would be that he loves balls. Now, if I could tell you just one thing that would help you understand David, it’s that he needs something in each hand all the time. It started with two balls he carried around and slept with when he was sixteen months old. Then it was Thomas and Percy, for a long time it was Lightning McQueen and Mater, or a Matchbox car. Whether we’re at the park or the museum or sitting on the couch watching TV, David’s hands are full. It’s one of those things that makes him David.

There’s such a huge difference between a two-year old and a three-year old. He’s still the same rambunctious kid who loves to figure out the rules and then light them on fire, but now he’s learning how to negotiate and manipulate me, too. Just the other day David walked into the kitchen and said, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Mommy?” He’s never said that before, and I looked at him and said, “I don’t know, David, what are you thinking?” And he replied, “I’m thinking we should watch some TV!”

And, you know, that’s actually not what I had been thinking, but I felt like I had to turn on the TV, right? Because how cute was that?


David challenges us all the time. When I remind him that he needs to listen and obey he reminds me that he ALREADY LISTEN AND OBEYED TODAY! If I tell him to not bang on the door again, he’ll look at me and softly pat the door because, well, I hadn’t told him to not pat the door. If we tell him to not hit his sister, he’ll shove her. “But Mommy I did not hit her, I did not!” I have to be on my toes to keep my little Pharisee in line. And, I know, we’re supposed to be working on the heart issue here at play. I know exactly what the heart issue is. It’s that he NEEDS TO TAKE A NAP!

David is growing in independence; he’s potty-trained, he can buckle one of the buckles on his car seat, he feeds the cat and carries his plate to the kitchen after dinner. He can put on his Crocs by himself, and he prefers one green and one blue. And after he puts each on he says, “Mommy, are those the right feet?”

I want to remember those little toddler phrases so badly, like when Tom comes home and David holds his hand as he walks into the house and asks him, “Daddy, do you ‘member Mommy? Mary ‘aginia’s here, do you ‘member Mary ‘aginia?”

Or how he doesn’t really understand the concept of “yesterday” or “tomorrow” but he uses the words all the time. “But, Mommy! Yesterday tomorrow we had cookies!”

He also, somewhere around two-and-a-half, started talking baby talk. Nothing made my blood boil like asking my son, who just started talking in intelligible sentences, a question and him responding with “GECKO!”

“Gecko” was his baby word of choice, and the first night that he made up “gecko” I could.not.handle it. Tom said it was one of the first times he’d really seen me lose it. He’d ask me, “Hey, Mommy, want to say ‘gecko’?” and I would respond by stabbing my eye with a fork. Then one day it just hit me, why don’t I just say “gecko”? What’s the harm, really? So I said it. And you know what? It was actually sort of silly. And that’s life with a three-year old. They remind you that being silly isn’t so bad after all.


I feel like I’m watching David unfold; he’s making real friendships and his personality is emerging for real. It’s all such a privilege to watch; such a challenge to support, encourage, and guide. David is funny, smart, a bit introverted and a bit wild. He’s like me and he’s like Tom, and then there are things that make us roll our eyes and say in unison, “He definitely gets that from you.”

Dear David,

For the past year or so, our bedtime routine has looked like this: while I put Mary Virginia down, Daddy put you to bed. Recently we’ve switched, and Daddy is in charge of getting Mary Virginia to sleep while I read you a book and say prayers with you, put on your blankets just the way you like them, and give you one last sip of milk. I never realized how much I missed that time with you until we started it again. We read books and during the quiet time while you relax into my lap, I stroke your hair and rub your arms. Once you turned around and said to me, “Mommy why are you petting me? I’m not Brigham.”

It’s because I love you so much and I want to savor you. You’re growing so, so fast.

You just turned three but you’re completely obsessed with turning four. We have a good friend who’s four and he chews gum. You really wanted gum, too, and we told you that you could have some when you turn four. Gum = age four. Even when I’m chewing gum, you ask if I’m four. So when we talk about your next birthday you remind me that you’ll be FOUR! And you’re so excited!

David, I love watching you grow. It’s the most exciting honor I’ve ever had. But you just turned three, let’s not rush it, ok? Let’s stay three for a while and live it up. At some point this year I was steamrolled by the fleeting aspect of parenting — all these milestones, they only happen once and then they’re gone. Kids move on and keep growing. What I’m saying is, you only get to be three once, and I want to enjoy every day of it. You’ve got plenty of time to be four.





  1. Kristie October 1, 2014

    Aw, this was too sweet. I just love that little guy. Put an end to the four talk at once!

    (And I still owe him a birthday present. So, you’re kinda okay.)

  2. sarita October 1, 2014

    what a sweet post… and I feel your pain with the no nap. I believe in a looooong nap!!! Both for mama and kiddos-hehehe

  3. Meredith October 2, 2014

    One of my favorites you’ve written. You really captured him and I feel like I know him! Also could relate to so much. I NEED to write a 36 month update. I have a whole month to gear up and make it happen. And… the BABY TALK. omg. The baby talk. It happened here too. Our word of choice is “Guh-guh” and sometimes we sing songs like “Happy” but replace many of the words with Guh-guh. “Cuz I’m guh-guh… clap along if you feel like a guh-guh without a guh-guh” There is also this really odd voice that I can’t explain but probably sounds like an extreeeemely slow turtle if a turtle would talk. I don’t like that one and have stopped responding/hearing if she uses it.

    • Amanda K. October 4, 2014

      ah, for some reason it is SO helpful to know that other kids do the baby talk, too. i get so offended, especially when i’m trying to sing a song with him and he replaces words with baby talk. come on, david! can’t you have fun the way I want you to!??!?

  4. stasia October 3, 2014

    This is such a sweet post… I think about our 18 month old and thing, 36 months, wow how different she will be… I can’t even handle it!
    Ont he note of naps, my 18 month old tries to skip them too! At 18 months you are not allowed to skip your nap. I have been trying to implement a 2 hour rest time- sleeping or not. But so far have been unsuccessful!
    ANyways, thanks for linking up with WYWW!:)

  5. Wholesome Joy October 4, 2014

    Awww…………. He’s SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!! Thanks for sharing the great pictures! <3

  6. Leslie October 6, 2014

    Love this post. Love your three aspirations! I laughed. Thanks for sharing with What You Wish WEdnesday. Please come back this week. Oh…David is so cute!


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