Age 3

My little guy is 3. Sigh. He is the sweetest thing, and he is challenging me to no end right now. He's a potty-training (sort of), will-exerting, voice-raising, thumb-sucking bundle of love. Sometimes he wants to be rocked like a baby. The next minute he talks about being a big, tough guy who doesn't need kisses. He loves monster trucks, but wants to suck on the baby's pacifier if he gets the chance. His struggle with this developmental phase is so transparent. Just now he asked me, "Mommy, can you hold me all the way upstairs?"

And yesterday, there was this. He marched into our bathroom when we were getting ready for bed, handed his daddy his toothbrush, and said,"you can borrow this, Daddy, because you're the best dad in the whole world."