Let’s just put this out there: 3-year-olds are
shitheads angels . I developed a theory a couple years back that was along the lines of babies are super frustrating 75% of the time, but the 25% of the time they’re peaceful, cute, playful, and pleasant far outweighs the negative 75%. But then, when they get to 18 months or so, it flips. They’re a blast 75% of the time, making memories, learning, developing, but the 25% of the time when they’re throwing tantrums, being defiant, and all-around sucking, can make you forget about the amazing 75%.
Obviously, that’s super-generalized and flawed, every kiddo is unique, and I believe that every single one of them is a God-given blessing. But man oh man this is a frustrating time. Hannah has always been emotional and quick-tempered, but Logan, on a daily basis, erases any memory of Hannah acting up when she was 2-3. And what’s ironic is if you read back to posts about Logan when he was a baby, he was so good. Hardly ever cried, all smiles, even pooped regularly. Then, around 9 months of age, he flipped a switch of consciousness and evidently decided that being a rebellious little
shit angel is much more fun!
Most of the time Logan is having fun and seems to be pretty interested in cause and effect. He likes pouring things back and forth, sorting things, and other puzzle-type stuff. He hasn’t really latched onto or really seemed to overly enjoy one activity for very long, which is typical for his age. But he can lock in on something, often something very specific and fine, and he stays focused on that for hours (actually minutes, but when he is actually still and concentrating on something it feels longer than it is because it’s rare).
Music seems to be coming to the forefront. He loves to sing – examples here, here, and here. His speech is getting better every day and it’s starting to be easier to understand him, but occasionally his lyrics sound like Ozzy Osborne trying to recite Shakespeare. Of course, he loves to bang and shake percussion instruments, and when he came to Sweetwater with me one day he had a ball with the drum kits and pianos/keyboards. Funny story about that – he missed sneezing on a $3,000 keyboard by about 6 inches. And it wasn’t just a quick, light sneeze. No, this was a mouth opener and on the floor landed a lovely slimy mix of, well, you get the picture. That was a close one.
As expected, running, chasing, tackling, throwing, and wrestling are what we do best, and throw some tickling in there and he gets to laughing like crazy, which is the most delightful sound in the world. Occasionally we get a little carried away and he has to enter concussion protocol, but so far very little blood has been spilled. Hopefully, we can channel some of that energy over to baseball – he starts “Little Sluggers” this weekend, which should be a lot of fun as he’s introduced to the greatest sport man has known. Sadly, he’s not as into watching Yankees games with me as he was last summer, but we’re working on that.
Our household has grown, by the way. We added a couple of rodents. I think they’re actually called guinea pigs, though they are not from Guinea and are not pigs. I’m still a bit skeptical, but they are cute little buggers and Hannah’s learning about taking care of things. But in the first two weeks one has a fungus and the other a wound below her eye, so of course, cheapskate dad just sees vet visits and dollar signs in our future. Logan is interested in them for like 5 minutes at a time, then he’s ready to move on. He’d rather play on sissy’s bed, much to her dismay. They often have a hard time, like most siblings, getting along and sharing, but it sure is cute when they are playing together, like this.
That’s pretty much it for the Loagster. We’re really, really looking forward to the spring and summer weather – he loves to be outside like his mom and dad, so I anticipate many bike ride, walks, and park trips very soon!