Sometimes... living a three year old is just too fun not to share. Sometimes it's fun... like when you have "ribbit"- "ква!" verbal 'wars' with him yelling at the top of his lungs, because he loves frogs. Or... when he's watching "Cars" for the millionth time and he crows, "Makqveen!!!" when Lighting McQueen comes on screen.
Sometimes it hurts... like when he's throwing toy cars at you and thinking it's super fun... and you're just frustrated you can't make him understand in his language that it HURTS and he needs to stop!
Sometimes it's hilarious... like when his mom forgets that she's filling up the tub and walks off to do something in another part of the apartment... and you both come into the bathroom to find water and bubbles all over. And he's happily playing away (he doesn't have a bathtub at home- so it's a new nightly treat).
Sometimes it's frustrating... like when you can't find something you're looking for... but there are toys all over the living room floor that you don't have time to pick up right then.
Sometimes it is amazing.... like hearing "Kkris-chtina!!!!" as the first thing he says when he walks in the door. Every day! :)
He and his mom have been living with me for a few weeks because currently their apartment is getting some remodeling/redecorating work done... and from the pictures that the dad has shown me... their place is quite uninhabitable at the moment (let alone for a three year old). I'm so grateful for the opportunity. I'm getting lots of joy from living with this little man!
