The Power of No
We are just going to ignore that I haven’t posted since like March, k?
Three’s vocabulary is growing in leaps and bounds. Frankly the breakthrough (somewhat guiltily) came by allowing him to watch too much TV. After watching Finding Nemo during the big storms this February, he became obsessed with it. Which left him begging for “ish” and the other words just followed. He was calling the husband ‘Pop’ within hours. He discovered truck, car, plane, and bus. I never knew a bus could be so freaking exciting until he learned to spot and say BUS!!!! It is always said with a minimum of 3 exclamation points, sometimes as many as 8. It has been absolutely fascinating to see happen. Since the first major breakthrough he has been adding 2 words or more a week.
Three continues to be a pretty easy going and happy kid. He generally goes along with whatever you want to him to do, although sometimes there is a small protest that must happen first. These protests are strongest around nap time. If Three were to ever go down for nap without screaming for 5 minutes before lying down I would think someone had abducted my child. He can be falling asleep in his lunch but once he spots the crib he is suddenly back to being fully awake. But Mama knows better!
About a week and a half ago on one of the weekdays that I don’t work, I put a protesting Three down for a nap. Nothing unusual about that. He woke up close to 3 hours later which was a little odd, he usually naps an hour, maybe 2. When he woke up, he was in a bit of a mood. Which I always have found to be unfair. Children should not be allowed to wake up from a nap in a worse mood then they were in when they went down for the nap.
The husband happened to be home that day. I think we were planning on going out to Starbucks for a snack (sidenote: Starbucks Double Chocolate Chip non fat no whip frappacino = heaven. And yes, I am so one of those people know who orders some obnoxious drink. I am not proud, but I am yuppie). Generally Three is totally into this plan as he LOVES Starbucks, especially their pumpkin bread. The child claps when we pull into the parking lot, and cries when we pass it by (additional sidenote: we may possibly go there WAY too often). So on this particular Thursday afternoon at the beginning of June, we figured a promised trip to ‘bucks’ as Three calls it for ‘bread’ would improve his mood dramatically.
Husband: Three, you want to go to ‘bucks and get some bread?
Three: NO!
And that is when our world as we knew it came to an end. Up to that point, Three had been an avid user of the word yes, adding to our description of him as easy going. But in that moment, the terrible two’s arrived just over 2 months early.
Someone hold me.
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By Kat, June 16, 2010 @ 5:01 pm
He’s not related to anyone here if he said “No” to Starbucks! :)