Gleeful Glitter

Nothing spells out a fabulous day of preschool like a sweet little face covered with glitter.

While so trying so very often – I do adore this age. Where life is a curious and carefree collection of moments such as circle time, ABCs, sitting criss cross applesauce, line leaders, elmer’s glue, juice boxes, hand holding, being happy and you know it, peering at ladybugs, make-believe, washable crayons, swings and slides, freeze dance, squishing play-doh and falling into an exhausted heap at nap-time. They are old enough to have thoughtful conversations but still too young to be self conscious about any of it. They make wild leaps of logic with adorable statements such as a headache while eating an apple would be “apple brain” (as opposed to “brain freeze” while eating ice cream). They hum and swing their arms and live for the present – assuming there is not a bad thing in this world. They trust, they adore, they snuggle, they are much more than wee toddlers but hardly true, rough and tumble, “whatever, mom” kids yet.

Glitter on your face. Such is the wonderful world of a three year old.

(However, I will say that an enormous tantrum erupted from this child once I did try to wipe the glitter off before nap-time. Kicking and screaming and “No wipes! I NOT TIRED!!!!” and wrestling and wrangling until he was in his bed, clutching his bear and weeping about how I wasn’t being nice to him. So. This post was a therapeutic reminder of the glorious, gleeful glitteriness he was only an hour ago. I do adore him so.)