Little Man and his hat

I love the quirky personalities of children. And I love it even more when they have a physical manifestation.
Atticus has started an obsession with hats. He has about ten words (maybe) that he says...
One of his favorites is 'hat'. (Not to compete with 'ball' which is his all-time favorite word...don't know if that one's ever going to fade!...we'll tell 'ball stories another time!)

I don't remember exactly when this started, but it's been going on for a while now. He's even reached for strangers to pick him up to get to their hats. Poor unsuspecting elderly with their big-brimmed sun hats... they think the sweet child is reaching because of their gentle spirit, then snatch! He's got them bowing away to save their dignity! (yes, it's happened just like this multiple times.)

Well, today, he reached an all time high (or low, depending on your perspective *wink*). First, he insisted on wearing a hat while eating lunch...which for a clean, mannerly eater, would be no issue. But for Atticus, (a boy who we routinely strip down for meals) it meant disaster. I decided that it wasn't something I was opposed to, nor did I care to fight over it, so he ate 'mexican chicken' wearing a hat. And in the end, the hat ended up wearing mexican chicken. It was a great photo-op! And later in the night he graduated to not one, but two hats.

I'm loving all that comes along with this little man...even the things I don't love so dearly (temper, fits, SIN), make me smile at the end of the day! Mostly because I know we made it through another day...and I think I love this kid a little more with each sunset!