Monkey

This lil' guy is growing fast. Like crazy fast. He's an actual little boy now. He makes the classic boy sounds when he shoots guns, crashes cars, fights dinosaurs, and practices his kung-fu. He would happiest staying in his pj's all day long. If he could, he would live off of cookies and baby carrots. He lives to play games. While playing he chants, "I'm going to win! I'm going to win! I'm a winner! You're a wiener!" Sad thing is, he usually wins every game, no matter how hard I try to win. If he loses, he doesn't cry, he just says matter of fact, "You're happy you won; I'm sad I lost." Everyone is his friend. If you play with him, you are instantly bumped up to "best" friend level. He's always saying the sweetest things to me at the moment I need it the most. The other day I was trying on old skirts and Monkey walked in, gasped and said, "Wow! When I grow up and have my own Mama, she's gotta look like you!" As much as I know he loves me, Dada is his favorite person. ever. When I exercise he's my lil' personal trainer. He cheers me on and shouts, "Good job, Mama! Good job!" He's got legit skillz playing games on the Wii. With him, movies must always be accompanied with popcorn. and you better not forget the butter and salt. I wipe his boogers 123,049,348,230 times a day because he refuses to blow his nose. He can make his sister laugh harder than anyone else. As much as I know lil' girl loves me, Monkey is her favorite. This boy has been a part of my life for almost 3 1/2 years now (Or 4 if you count pregnancy). I'm pretty excited to see what he'll be like 4 years from now.