One of the blogs I read regularly has a post today describing a just-under-4 little boy.
Rachel could have been talking about Little Brother! It was kind of spooky, but in a good way. It's so nice to know you're not alone.
Little Brother is 3 1/2. It's a good age, but he is heavy into that seesaw of "do it for myself" and "get Mommy to do it for me." Sometimes he wants to go potty alone. Other times he needs an audience--"I have to go potty. ME AND YOU, MOM!" He's not too great at eating with a fork but he can build a block tower, set up tiny little army guys, throw (and sometimes catch) a football, and self-pitch a wiffle ball and hit it across the neighbor's yard. He's becoming aware of people's moods and when he draws people on his Magna-Doodle he is sure to inform his audience that this person is happy, or mad. Usually they're happy. He still can't pronounce "vanilla" and "noodle" properly, but he can say "infiltrator."
Best of all, I'm really enjoying him at this wonderful, exasperating, challenging, funny, loving, cute, crazy stage of his life.