Ode to my three-year-old. We like to call him Rascal Hank.
He is a fun loving, wild, curious, intense, and sweet little three-year-old.
He HATES wearing shoes, and when you ask if he needs some his response, "No, I'm fine."
He likes rice and beans, gogurts, otter pops, hot dogs, and crackers. (and up until he turned three, a big bottle of milk...he's been a champ getting rid of it.)
He loves exploring outside, is curious about everything. Likes playing with his little cars and playing inside real cars.
He is one mean scooter rider and a great little climber. And he doesn't mind being told that "your doing a great job, Hank!" frequently.
He is also king of time-outs. But after a little pout session is quick to bounce back into action.
He insists on having his back and stomach tickled as he falls asleep, and lately prefers sleeping on the floor.
He likes reading books and is always asking "what does that say, mom" when he sees a word anywhere (billboard, sidewalks, street signs....)
We love our fun little rascal!