Trapped by a three-year-old

The last week is a bit of a blur. It included preparations and hosting of Devin’s three-year birthday party. So, yeah, plenty to do. Yet I wasn’t sooo busy that I couldn’t post to my site (or his) now and again. The bigger problem was. Well. Him.

I so hate to blame things on a three-year-old.

But, honestly, we’re having a few issues in our household these days. And they all boil down to our new bedtime routine. A routine that includes plenty of screaming, protests, plotting, and drama. The big-boy bed, which was appreciated by the “big boy” for a few weeks, is no longer the draw it once was. The concept of freedom has taken its place and our precious little boy has become a bit of a pill. (Not a horse pill, mind you. Certainly only the smaller variety.)

Back to the posting issue. My office is kitty-corner from his room. And he won’t stay in his room. Thus, I’m restricted from my regular nightly routine of checking email, visiting sites, processing photos, and posting my thoughts. Instead, Scott and I cower down in the living room, listening to the screams and the demands:

“I want out, Daddy!”
“Where’s my LION????”
“I need go potty!”
“Come back in my room, Mommy!”
“Mommy, rub my back. I need more rubbing!!”
“I need some water, Daddy!”
“I ‘cared of monsters in my room!”
“No leave me up here, please! PLEASE!”
“I want hold my Wiggles underwear!”
“I no like my room, Mommy!”

Get the picture?

At least us parents are spending a lot more quality time together!