Davis has decided that he would rather sleep on our couch at night than in his bed. It doesn’t matter to us as long as he’s not sleeping in our bed so we allow him to make himself cozy on the couch. The other night, it was nearly time to go to bed, so Tracy told Davis to go get on the couch and straighten out his blanket. He spent a good ten minutes straightening and restraightening his little blue blanket. When he had gotten it positioned just like he wanted it, he declared, “It’s perfect!” Not long afterwards, he laid down on his blanket and went to sleep. At some point in the wee hours of the morning, he woke up so I went to lay down with him on the couch. As he drifted back into that place of sleepiness, with his eyes closed, he whispered, “Mommy, is my blanket still perfect?”

4 – A Paramount Year

Davis recently turned 3. But, apparently turning three is just a stepping stone on the way to 4. Ever since he turned three, he has used the fact that he’s not 4 as an excuse for many things. Let’s see – When asked why he will not use the bathroom at school, his reply is, “I’ll do that when I turn 4.” About the sections of the playground that he is afraid to try, he’ll attempt those when he’s four as well. If there is a certain food that he doesn’t want to eat, most types of vegetables for example, he’s decided to save those until he reaches the ripe old age of 4. Pretty much anything that he finds undesirable or uninteresting, unappealing, or unsafe, he explains that those things will just have to wait a few more months – till he turns 4.


One of Davis’s most recent past times is going to his underwear drawer, removing all 15 pairs of underwear and laying them neatly on his bedroom floor. He has all sorts of underwear ranging from Thomas the Train to Spiderman of course. He lays them all backside up so he can see the characters and name them. The other night, he was having trouble getting them placed as he wanted them, so he said, “Daddy will you help me place these properly?” After he has finished looking at them he picks them up and arranges them back in in underwear drawer. On Thursday afternoon, he and I were packing his bag to take to Grandpa and Nana’s house so I asked him to pick three pairs of underwear to take, so he picked five. I tried to explain that he didn’t need five, then I realized it was a losing battle and let him shove all 5 pairs into the bottom of the bag. On Friday, before we left to go to Nana’s work, Davis went in his room and checked his underwear drawer and found one more pair of underwear. I told him we had already packed more than enough underwear for the two night stay. But, he wanted to pack just one more pair, so I let him. Why fight it? I guess you can never have too many pairs of clean underwear. And, if he gets bored, he can always take out all his underwear and play the name game.


I purchased a container of gumballs for Davis’s gumball machine but he’d rather just have them straight from the container, so most of them haven’t made it into the machine. Thursday night, he asked for another gumball (he already had one in his mouth). Tracy retrieved the gumball container from the top of the refrigerator, opened it, and allowed Davis to reach in and grab his own gumball. Tracy sternly said to Davis to only take one, but alas, when given the option of reaching his own hand into that gumball container, Davis couldn’t resist, he just grabbed an undisclosed amount, as many as his little hand could hold. Tracy furrowed his brow and demanded that Davis put them back. Davis looked at his daddy, paused for a moment, and shoved the entire handful of gumballs into his mouth and began frantically chewing. When I asked how many gumballs he took, he held up a hand and managed to get out a colorfully droolly, “Five Mommy!” You can imagine how difficult it was not to laugh at this scene. But Tracy was very serious…Davis had been disobedient and he needed to be punished. So now, the gumball container is sitting atop the refrigerator, safely out of reach, with a sticky note attached that reads, “LOCKED until February 5th!” Davis lost his gumball privileges for an entire week. I guess the punishment does fit the crime. However, yesterday Davis found a way around his gum restriction, he asked for a Blow Pop…and I gave it to him. It’s really not the same as gumballs. And, besides, it was, in a way, Tracy’s own fault that the child was able to shove his mouth full of gumballs. You just can’t give a three year old full reign with the gumball container. You have to keep control. You hold the container, ask what color, and then you as the adult determine the amount. Honestly, how many adults would be able to just take one, let alone a toddler being expected to practice that kind of restraint.