Today I’m thankful for my Mitch.
He’s ornery at times and can seriously drive us bonkers. But for all of the times that he makes us want to pull our hair out, there is an equal number of times that he’s the sweetest little boy ever.
I have said before that I think that 3 years old is hard age. I still think that it’s hard, but I also think my three year old is pretty darn cool. He’s untouched by society’s expectations of what a boy should be. He loves the color pink. He asked to wear a pair of Evie’s pink pajama pants that didn’t fit her anymore and he was so excited when I told him that he could have them. I was painting Evelyn’s nails and he wanted his nails painted too. Pink with sparkles please! He wore Evelyn’s pink Minnie Mouse hat to the park. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks. He likes pink so he’s going to wear it. There is something so freeing about that. It can change so much once kids start school. I can see it with Evie. But so far, Mitch doesn’t really care what other people think and I love that about him.
Mitch is a rough-and-tumble little guy, but he’s also one of the snuggliest kids I know. He give the best hugs. He has a kind heart and he loves to help other people. His smile can light up a room and his giggle is infectious. He makes us laugh everyday with his goof-ball antics. He’s a crazy nut, but we love him to bits.
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