Living with a Fournado
We survived the terrible twos and they really weren’t that terrible. Then we hit the threenager phase and I have no idea how we survived those days at times (Narrator: With beer. She survived with a lot of beer). But then Oliver turned four and we saw some signs that the threenager phase was over and we were so excited. How naive we were.
Enter the fournado. Why is this a thing? I have no idea, but believe me. It’s a thing. If you search “fournado” on the Google machine you will see lots of articles by parents like me who realized that we thought Three was bad and then Four came along and was all “hold my beer.”
The feelings. OH the feelings. Four year olds have some BIG feelings. We no longer have the tantrum for no reason situation. But he can turn at the drop of a hat if something isn’t going the way he wants it. He wanted a spoon not a fork. He didn’t get to pull the plug in the bathtub. He hurt himself on something. It’s cold outside. The sky is blue. Ok, I might be exaggerating on the last one. He has bigger outbursts now, stamps his feet, kicks his legs, screams. But then as quickly as it starts, he turns around and is the happiest guy on Earth. Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde right here.
The other thing is the questions. SO. MANY. QUESTIONS. All day long. Why did you do that mommy? Who is driving that car? Where are they going? Why did you say that? What does this mean? What does that mean? I honestly don’t mind the questions but if you give him an answer, he keeps asking more questions about the answer to the question. I have heard this is very normal for this age and I hope it means he’s going to have a zest for learning. Let’s hope.
He is STUBBORN. If he doesn’t want to do something, good luck talking him into it. If he decides that he knows the answer to something and you try to tell him the right answer, well guess what, you’re the one who is wrong. His feet are going to fall off if you make him walk from the car to the entrance of the store. There will be no reattaching them.
But, he is pretty dang funny I must say. He loves to tell jokes and he can be very silly and goofy. Sometimes when we watch him at tumbling class we talk about if he’s going to end up being the class clown someday at school. So for all the frustrations we have at times, we also have a lot of laughs.
And his creative play is getting so fun and the other skills he’s learning are amazing. He’s reading. He’s writing. He’s doing more and more for himself and he gets super excited when we ask him to help with things at home. And he loves hard. He can melt my heart with “Mama, I love you. You’re pretty.” His hugs are the best.
You know something? Living with a fournado isn’t so bad. I don’t think I’m going to run for cover after all.