A Tale of Two Three Year Olds

by farrah on January 3, 2014 · 14 comments

My twins turned three in October, so we have been hostages to ‘threes’ for only three months. When their older brother was a three year old, like most things- it was a blur. Nothing stands out in my memory, really. B gave us the typical ups and downs but for the most part I don’t remember thinking omg. will we make it to another day? Sometimes, with these two I really do wonder. Life with two three year olds is like nothing else.

Typical 3 year old dressLinc’s New Year’s Day ensemble. Ringing it in right.

I should start out by saying that the threes we’re experiencing are not bad. They are not hellions who throw tantrums and freak outs. They are not brats. I do not silently cry on the inside at the monsters I have created. For this, I am thankful. They’re very nice boys who are sweet and loving. BUT. They are also very much under the spell of a person who is only three years old and all of the chaos joy that comes along with that age.


Chase is still Β holding on to as much as he can of his babyhood. He has a blanket he cuddles- and much to our exasperation uses a pacifier at naps and bedtime. We have tried cajoling, taking it away, cutting it. etc. The tears and the screaming just weren’t worth it. He will give it up on his own time and to be honest, I don’t care what anyone thinks about that. He’s very cooperative when it comes to just about everything else. He would prefer to live in his pajamas, but who wouldn’t? His diet is what drives me the most bananas- sometimes I am amazed he lives with as little he eats. He tends to be dramatic- but is the first one to kiss me each morning so he gets a pass on many things.


Linc wants to be twenty-one right now. He told me one day he was done with his paci and that was that. He doesn’t need his blankets anymore- and you can frequently hear him cry ‘I wanna do it all by myself!‘. He is extremely adamant about his clothing including pajamas. In fact, I actually dread bedtime because if (god forbid) his ‘running shorts’ are dirty we actually have to find something else that’s suitable. Linc is a very strong personality- stubborn and fiery. I have no idea where he gets this from. He always wants to help, and knows how to throw one heck of a bloody fit if in the right mood. He’s tenacious and so funny sometimes I just look at him in awe. He is quite a character.

Little body, big emotions

I can’t imagine that being three is easy. You’re at an age where most of the world is bigger than you. You are passionate and determined- you have wants and demands of your own. You aren’t a baby any longer but you also don’t have the benefit of being a ‘big kid’. Within this chaos- parents of multiples have two of these people running around. Sometimes I feel like the power of their emotions is enough to blow out a window or jump start the gas fireplace.

Thus, traveling with them is hard. Packing, riding, going- it’s always a crap shoot and you never know what’s going to happen or who is going to be set off by what when. Sometimes I wonder why we keep pushing forward- why do we keep trying when sometimes the trip is a total disaster? It’s so.much.work. Maybe some of the crazy is rubbing off on my husband and I as we have yet again planned another trip for the weekend. I still have some PTSD from the Christmas Eve trip to Antwerp on the train (barf. lots and lots of barf on a packed train) so here’s hoping for a less eventful experience.

Alas, they start school four days a week on Monday and I know I’m going to miss them. Sure, it’s only for two hours a day, but their Dutch is improving by leaps and bounds so I know they’re moving on without me. The things they’re doing I know I didn’t do at three- and I can’t wait to tell them stories, and go back through this blog to show them the kind of things they did and were up to during this time. Maybe they’ll only understand after they have kids of their own? Probably. But by then I’m sure I will have forgotten what all of this was like and be one of those ‘cherish these moments’ people.

Do you have a three year old? Tell me, is this not the craziest age or what?!


{ 14 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Theresa January 3, 2014 at 1:07 pm

Great now I’m scared! Ryan is only 2 and a bit and I keep trying to console myself that it’s going to get better the closer he gets to 3… I’m also hoping he’s an “early bloomer” and just getting it all out of his system but it’s been one big whirlwind since the moment he turned 2:-/


2 farrah January 3, 2014 at 2:32 pm

No- honestly I think all 3’s are different. Brody was a very different 3 than these two- and they’re very different from each other. Also, it’s not BAD- it’s just a very big learning challenge for both of you πŸ™‚ But it’s so crazy. If you can just keep in mind what THEY are going through too- it helps to make it less stressful. We try really hard with that.


3 Julia January 3, 2014 at 1:25 pm

Yes 3 is crazy. Some days it’s totally wonderful and other days I have no patience. It’s a very stubborn age but a fun one too.


4 farrah January 3, 2014 at 2:32 pm

It’s everything all mixed up in one! Kind of like a ‘Sharknado’ in human form. But cuter.


5 Leighann January 3, 2014 at 3:46 pm

I’ve loved three so very much.. we are well on our way to four and I can’t imagine what that has in store for us.


6 farrah January 9, 2014 at 8:17 am

Four with B was actually a little harder than 3! Who knows- it’s all a crap shoot πŸ™‚


7 Ann January 3, 2014 at 6:09 pm

So far I’m loving 3. Two was a bit hard for me, but I’m diggin’ this age — most days.


8 farrah January 9, 2014 at 8:18 am

YES. Most days is exactly it.


9 Leigh Ann January 3, 2014 at 11:11 pm

I hated 3 with the big girls. They were so irrational, and there was no reasoning with them. But three with Zoe has been amazing. Probably because she is pretty much a 5yo in a 3yo body. πŸ˜‰


10 farrah January 9, 2014 at 8:19 am

Lucky you! I wish L wasn’t trying so hard to be old. He already told us when he’s a grown up he’s going to drink beer. Super.


11 Katie E January 5, 2014 at 4:41 pm

My boy turned three a couple weeks ago. So far, no big change, but I think a lot of that is because he still isn’t talking yet and personality is expressed so much more clearly when some words are added in. I can say that he seems to have decided to ditch clothes at the age of 3 πŸ™‚ It’s so interesting how different your own children can be, isn’t it?


12 farrah January 9, 2014 at 8:20 am

It’s truly bizarre. All 3 of these guys have been completely different. I shouldn’t be surprised though- they do like to keep me guessing πŸ™‚


13 Mrs. Chasing the Donkey January 6, 2014 at 3:22 pm

I am fascinated by how different they are. I know it must seem stupid to say, I just figured being twins, that they’d be more alike. Not ever being around twins I guess I had no idea.


14 farrah January 9, 2014 at 8:20 am

You too will know the joy that is 3! Better yet- one day they might be rational, next day not. No matter we’re talking about the same kid!


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