My Milo

I love my little 3 year old. His personality is larger than life. He has a joy that is infectious. I am envious of his enthusiasm for EVERYTHING. When I come pick him up from daycare, he tells me "Mommy, I miss you all day." or, "Mommy, I love you the most." He wants butterfly kisses and eskimo kisses and big kisses and big hugs. Everything is so BIG to Milo. He is the extreme 3 year old. When he colors, he picks the brightest colors he can find and colors an entire picture one color. When we sing the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse theme song, he sings (yells) it the loudest. If we are pretending to fish in our yard, he will find the biggest stick and tell me it's his fish he caught. He loves being tickled until he can't breathe. Milo could drink milk all day long. He could eat butter and ranch and ketchup out of a bowl. There is no in-between smile with Milo. It's the cheesiest, widest grin you could ask for. This is such a small portrait of my Milo. But these are the things that I love...and that I try to remember when his "bigness" is overwhelming to me.