I like three. As Mason has grown I have loved every new age and what it brings. As a newborn I loved to cuddle him and look at how amazing he was. At three months I loved to watch him as he rolled over and discovered new things, like his feet. At six months he really started to move and that was fun, a little before he turned one he walked! He was learning to talk too! I loved two. He could talk and walk and was becoming more and more independent. 2 1/2, yah it was good, his fits were still a little bit cute.
3...what can I say? There is nothing quite like an adamant little person who insists on wearing a blanket around his head because it is his ponytail--E will not let him out of the car with it, I on the other hand like to pick and choose my battles. JJ actually went as far as buying him his own rubberbands, which he has managed to keep together and always insists on a new one when redoing his "hair". I like his soccer socks too. It is 90 degrees here and he has been wearing his longest socks around because they are his soccer socks (chinguards), can I reason with him about this? Absolutely not! Apparently him and Lisa have a soccer game to go to everytime we have to head out into public. And as for the fits, they are not cute, well maybe slightly cute to me but I am sure nobody else.
I must admit, there are some pluses to a 3 year old...no more diapers, better communication (when tantrums aren't involved), play dates, great helpers, eager learners, amazing imaginations and they are surprisingly observant! I always try to keep these in mind as I am walking through Safeway with Mason and his fabulous "hair" (please note he always chooses MaKenna's pink blankets).