A Typical Day for a Three-Year-Old Tornado and his poor family

What is a typical day for a three year old?


Well, if it’s anything like our house, there are huge amounts of chaos, independence, sword fights, and energy.  It seems that people are worried about what a typical day is like.  There is no typical day, but I figured I’d give it a try and illustrate as normal as a day gets.  I encourage responses and other posts so that everyone can compare and realize we are actually making it up.


6AM: I’m woken up by a quiet voice asking if he can get into bed, and I sit up and make sure it’s 6am.  I nod, Evan curls up and then spring loads into “Oh What a Beautiful Morning!”  Evan bounces, rolls, and throws himself on me.  I am NOT a morning person.


6:15: Sean joins the chorus from his crib, anxiously awaiting his crib break.  If I’m feeling sleepy, I curl back into bed as the boys jump all over their father and me.  If I’m ambitious, I call Evan and take the boys downstairs for some Disney as I try to wake up.


7:00: TiVo pause Good Morning America and crank on the morning playlist.  Breakfast.  Depending on how quickly I can snap out of zombie phase, I might have baked a coffee cake or flipped some pancakes.  If I’m still a zombie, it’s frozen waffles.  I chase the boys down for breakfast as Evan tries to explain he’s not hungry or that he can sprinkle the snow sugar.  As the boys eat, I unload the dishwasher.


7:30: Naked playtime!  Evan throws off his clothes, which has become harder now that he is in his winter flannel button up shirt.  I do my morning exercises as the boys run around and sometimes try them.  I watch GMA as Evan sings at the top of his lungs and Sean hands me book after book to read to him.  If I’m really lucky, Sean will play with all the police siren toys, and Evan will jam on his musical instruments as I try to capture some part of the adult world.


8:00: My breakfast.  Which is a bowl of cereal, and I am surrounded by open mouth bird-boys chirping for a bite.  You ate a whole waffle and banana!  What more do you want?  Your mom needs to eat too!


8:15: Breakfast dishes in the dishwasher.  Boys wrestle.  Sean plays catch with me.  Evan sword fights with me.  Vacuum monster out (on every other day).


8:30: Mickey Mouse Clubhouse!  Hurray!  Shower and get dress time!  Juice out.  Also as I brush my teeth, make bed, open bedroom blinds, and lay out boys’ clothes


9:00: Sean and Evan getting dressed.  I liken this part to hog tying, which on an 18 month old is so much easier.  Evan has to be caught, asked, persuaded, commanded, forced to pick an outfit and placed in it.  Sometimes this also includes a bath where the boys splash, drink, and spit water as I clean the bathroom and then try hard to get soap in their eyes as I tell them to look up at the stickers I placed on the ceiling specifically for them to look at.


9:45: Evan is FINALLY dressed.  I hover to make him make his bed.  Sean and Evan brush their teeth, wash their face (ok, I jam a washcloth in their face and swirl it around), and brush their hair.  Sean has perfect hair.  Evan needs gel that I never remember to buy, so he always looks like a mess.  Evan is forced onto the potty.


10:00: We are either on our way to some sort of store, the library, or released into the yard to make a mess as I call my parents.  If I call my parents, Evan and Sean chit chat happily with their Papi and Grandma until they want to hog the phone.


11:00: Lunch time.  PB&J for Evan. J for Sean.  For my sanity and the boys’ safety, PBS is on as I make the sandwiches and then when they eat them.


11:45-12:00: The beginning of naptime.  Dragging boys upstairs.  Making Evan go pee.  Changing Sean.  Reading two stories.


12:00: Naptime!!!  Lunch!  Blog.  Phone calls.


2:30-3:30: Wake up time.  Sean ALWAYS wakes up first.  Poor Evan never gets one on one time any more.  Depending on how they wake up includes what we do.  Lately Sean and I read books as we wait for Evan or we play blocks or he does his on thing.  But I better have juice ready when they get up or they might just turn to dust.  Evan is forced on the pot. 


3:30: If daily call to grandparents hasn’t been made, then we call.  We play school where I try to teach Evan to write his name or due a workbook page.  We do crafts to some success.  They enjoy playing in the sink with bubbles.  This is also filled with wrestling to get the “favorite” tricycle (we have three!), playing catch, sword fighting, castle building, fighting over cars (we have a hundred!), demanding more juice and snack, coloring, running around with underwear on the head instead of over the bottom.


4:00: I release the tornadoes (at least they both have on pants of some sort) on the world as we collect the mail and they run around tempting the boundaries of the front yard.  (EVAN!  STAY IN YOUR YARD!  SEAN!)


4:30: PBS as I begin to make dinner, which only catches Evan’s attention.  Sean snakes in and out my legs whining about starving to death as I try to pacify him with some sort of snack.  Evan hearing the commotion comes to investigate, who drags a chair to watch, hoping to burn his hand or get a finger sliced off.  Evan is denied a snack as it WILL ruin his dinner.  Am I channeling my mother, yet?


5:00-5:15: Evan has to set the table.  Some days this is easy.  Other days it is asking, persuading, coercing, demanding, threatening.


5:15: DINNER!  Depending on what’s for dinner may make it more pleasurable.  As Evan refuses any vegetable except corn, it can be assured that every night there is some sort of skirmish and a begging of some sort of treat.


5:45: I hate winter because now it’s too dark here to let the boys play out back as I put up the meal, which means I have to either turn on the TV to keep them where I see them or I allow them to run amuck in my house.  Usually they take this time to test their category 3 wind skills.  I would prefer them to test them out in the back yard, but then I would have to figure out a different reason why we can’t play outside at 8pm other than it’s dark.


6:00: Simpsons.  It’s like homework in my house.


6:30: DVD time or cartoon time or play time, depending when Daddy arrives home.  Most days it’s a combination of all three.  I pop in a DVD to calm them down only to have the boys couch sliding within fifteen minutes.  Sword fighting and ball throwing take place.  Even a book or two are read.


8:15: Clean-up time, where I ask, persuade, convince, cajole, command Evan to pick up his toys.  Some days are better than others.  Sean is learning to help.


8:30: Round up for bedtime.  Wrestling pajamas on, reading books, prayers, and lullabies.


8:45-9:00: The borage of “I’m thirsty; I need water,” “My bed’s too hot,” “Can I sleep in your bed,” and “I can’t sleep”


9:00-11:00: Relaxing down time.  As in sweep, dishes, clean the kitchen, daily chore (mop or boys’ laundry or our laundry or dust or file or scour bathrooms or finish cleaning up the mess), putting away the finer details of cleaning toys, straightening up the desk.  Maybe, just maybe some Daily Show and a book.



Now just sprinkle a few “Evan, do you need to go potty,” “Evan, don’t hit your bother,” “No, Sean, no candy,” “No, Evan, get out of the marshmallows,” “Sean, we don’t throw balls at people who aren’t paying attention,” “Evan, we don’t swordfight when the other person does not have a sword,” “Pick it up, please,” and “no” along with some crying, running, randomly picking things off the ground and such and you have a full day.

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9 Responses to “A Typical Day for a Three-Year-Old Tornado and his poor family”

  1. grandma6 Says:

    Your little guy sounds like my son when he was that age. He too was a tornado! I often wondered how I would be able to keep up with him each day. Now he is a grown man with a family of his own. The energetic personality of his youth has done well for him as an adult. He is an amazing father and husband. You have wonderful times ahead of you. Thank you for sharing, it filled my heart.

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  2. outside voice Says:

    Nice write-up! Yep, that sounds familiar. I wish Tacoma would come over here and get a clue…

  3. badmommymoments Says:

    I’m exhausted just reading this…

  4. holeycheese Says:

    Wow! You have a long day!! And you really have a tornado..
    Just wait and see.. when they get a little bit older they will probably play a lot together and you will be able to trust them more – and that will make it a lot easier for you. Also when they stop sleeping during the day they will go to sleep earlier in the evening so you’ll get more time on your own in the evening. Our kids go to sleep between 5 and 7pm and they too wake up at six. From age of 2,5 we don’t let them take a nap.

  5. faemom Says:

    What’s funny is that when I wrote it I thought boy I know I do more than this.

  6. Lindsey Says:

    boy I know I do more than this.:

    I’m sure you do. You didn’t even list laundry or dusting or mopping or all of the times that someone is sick or they want story after story or some other mommy-administrated task!

  7. faemom Says:

    Thanks Lindsey. Of course, I’ve seen some of your list, and you really put me to shame. Do you even sleep?

  8. Lindsey Says:

    I really don’t sleep very much, actually.

    I get it from my Mom. She went back to medical school when I was three. (This makes more sense if you realize I’m the last of four kids. My mom is seriously driven. People tell me I take after her all the time.)

  9. faemom Says:

    I knew it! I used to be like that . . . until I realized sleeping got me out of doing more work 🙂

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