Tomorrow, James is going to turn three, but we had his party today. I haven’t written about James nearly as much as I’ve written about Simone. Some of that is because he came second so I didn’t have any “whoa check out this parenting thing” experiences with him, but I think some of it is also because it’s been hard for me to wrap my head around him.
Cate and Simone and I are all pretty obvious introverts. Nothing makes us want to spend a quiet night in like a fun night out. We like people, but we all have to recover from them. James is different. If there’s an extrovert in our house, he’s it. He makes friends with everyone. Right away. There’s not a quiet or shy bone in his body.
Unlike his sister, he experienced the terrible twos (she waited until she was three) and is just coming out of them. But like her, I find that as he reaches the end of his third year, he’s starting to be a person. There is something about kids before three that is more baby than anything else. They are all wants and no thoughts, if that makes sense.
So James is three now and he is fun. He laughs with his whole body and he makes us laugh with him. He likes trains and cars and baby dolls and dragons. He loves his sister more than anyone else in the world. He follows her and bothers her and it’s great because she needs to be bothered.
I don’t love it when he climbs on the counters or when he gets into things in a way his sister never dreamed, but I like that he’s adventurous. That he’ll take chances. He’s different from the rest of us, but that’s good. We all need someone to stir the pot, even if a little spills out sometimes.