I love having a 3 year old.

Seriously.

I've seen this view countless times but it still makes me smile.

Sometimes on a walk he gets worn out and refuses to budge.

He plops down and says, "No. I not going." And he'll close his eyes and shake his head for added effect.

Its annoying carrying his scooter and having to push/nudge/kick/carry him too, but I think his resoluteness is kinda cute.

I also love how he contentedly follows me around. If I wander off to do something, a few minutes later he comes in and sits by me quietly. If I kneel down to be at his eye level, he kneels too.

I love the feel of his sweet little strong body in my hands.

I like his silly side, even if it does involve way too many references to his toosh.
Of course I enjoy that three-year old lack of self-awareness

and knocked-out, sweaty spells of exhaustion.

I'm hanging on tight.