I love the age three. Love, love, love it. Three is the new two. Honestly, I've loved every age my son has been so far, and each one has been my new favorite. Here's why I love three:
- The conversations. My son is now capable of holding really fun conversations. He has a great imagination and sense of humor, balanced by a firm grasp of reality - if you express anxiety about not knowing how to drive his imaginary train, he's likely to remind you that it's not real, after all (i.e., don't worry, you silly grown-up).
- The affection. He has such a kind heart and gives me kisses, hugs, and pats. And he still allows me to smother him in kisses. Sometimes.
- The activities. He can ride a bike! He likes to hike! He has an insatiable appetite for books! His interests and abilities are expanding exponentially. I also enjoy seeing his emerging artistic side when we do crafts.
- The cuteness. He's still got just a hint of baby left in him, and I love it.
Fabulous photo.
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