Sweetie…baby…babe…sweetie-babe…bubba…bubs…mister…monkey….monkers…monka…monk..
(Weird ones, right?)

Somehow, I’ve become the nickname queen. They just pop out of my mouth as I ooh and ahh over our sweet little man.

He loves bath time, is quick to smile, thinks its cool to sip water from a big-boy cup (even if most of it runs down his shirt), loves Sophie the giraffe but loves his Mom & Dad the most. He really pays attention when your read him a story, and gurgles when you sing to him, he’s an early teether, can almost get his toes in his mouth, and just had his first swallows of ‘solid’ food. He’s a social butterfly and *loves* to be outside. Lately, he even sleeps most of the way through the night (praise the LORD.)

Sometimes, he drives me absolutely to the end of my patience…
…and, he’s the best thing ever.
You’ll see: