There are 134 days until Will turns 4...not that I am counting or anything. Several people have told me that 4 is glorious. I am hanging on their every word and planning on hunting them down if that indeed is not the case :) Will makes us laugh and makes us want to scream DAILY.
Three is rough, not gonna lie! I feel like just after he turned three and was pee-pee trained, things started going downhill for us....fast. I think potty training taught Will that he had some control. He has been expressing that control ever since.
He just started pooping in the potty at the end of July (6 months AFTER he was peeing in the potty). To say it was frustrating was an understatement. We continued to let him poop in pull ups to try and take some of the pressure off peeing. Well, we let that go on a little too long....and we paid for it. Around the middle of July, we told Will that we were not buying anymore pull-ups. For about 3 solid weeks it would be hours....sometimes days from the moment he said he needed to poop, until he actually did it. Those hours....sometimes days were MISERABLE. He was miserable because his tummy hurt and he was holding it and so focused on that that he wouldn't do anything else. He would just scream for hours running around holding his bottom. Y'all it was pitiful. But also incredibly ridiculous and I literally reached my breaking point....a few times :) We went to bed feeling defeated, exhausted, and not enjoying our little boy. Thankfully, he has decided that it is easy to poop and in the past week has gone as soon as he feels the need to go. PRAISE THE LORD!
I just keep waiting for the next little speed bump to rear its ugly head and have another fight on our hands about something else. I am hoping it is not just my kid that has these crazy roller coaster emotions at the ripe old age of 3. I am praying for patience!! I have to constantly remind myself that even though he is tall, can dress himself (and change his underwear up to 3 times a day now that Spider Man underwear have found a home in his drawer), can get water all by himself, and can speak clearly, he is still only three. His heart is tender and his feelings are hurt easily.
On the flip side, Will makes us laugh out loud throughout the day and I am convinced God brings us this laughter on purpose at just the right moment so we don't hurt him :) Now that I have vented for a while, I will get to the actual point of the post and how it relates to the title.
I picked up Will from school on Thursday and his teachers told us that Will made them laugh so hard that day. They said they were in line headed to the lunchroom. They were walking when his friend Isaiah in front of him said, "Aw man. We're having Sloppy Joes today....I don't like sloppy joes." Will's teacher said that as serious as he could be, he looked at Isaiah and said, "Um is that your dad? Because I don't know him!" Cracks. Me. Up.
Then on the way home from school Friday Will asked me if I wanted to hear his bible verse. I told him that of course I did. Very proudly he began, "A friend loves at all times. Scroberbs 17:17." I started to laugh a little and asked him to say it for me again. Sure enough, he repeated it exactly as he had said it the first time. I didn't have the heart to correct him because it was too darn cute. I have been reading the bible a long time and have yet to come across Scroberbs....who knew!?
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