Christopher is at a very tough age – three. My little guy is made up of a wild mix of sweetness, questions, anger (aka: he talks back to me all the time), confidence, curiosity, fearlessness. He is also a dash of attention starved, a touch jealous, and a lot of kindness.
To be honest, I sometimes (by “sometimes,” I mean “daily”) find myself on the verge of pulling my hair out. Trying to reason with a three year old is like, well – trying to reason with a three year old. However, he is also beyond sweet. To celebrate that sweetness, here are a few of the latest heart melting things he has said to me (note to self: refer to this post the next time my hair is in my hands, ready to come out):
– While I was holding a sleeping Emmy, he looked down at her, then up at me and said: “Oh Mama, she is sooooo beautiful.”
– “Mama? Mama? MA-MA! Mama!” Me (with an irritated tone, of course): “What baby?!” Bucky: “I love you.”
– Me, in a singsong tone: “I love being your MaaaaaaMa…” Christopher, in the same tone: “And I love being your Chris-to-pher… (except he pronounces it like: “Kiss-toe-fur)”
– “Mama, I want to hold her hand while we eat our breakfast. Is that ok Mama?”
A close up of the sweet hand holding…
OK, those are just a few of the sweet things – but I know my boy, and I know he’ll have more sweet things to say everyday.