My tiny peanut; we nicknamed you "monkey" during my pregnancy.
And you truly are a peanut, always a little bit smaller than others your age. To me, you are perfect.
I look back on these pictures of you so new, and I can't believe how this little monkey turned into my feisty smarty-pants toddler who wears big boy underwear and sometimes calls me Michelle.
Your father and I had no clue what we were doing, but we jumped in and we figured it out together.
We are still figuring it out together.
You taught me patience, and you've tested my patience. All in good ways.
You are hilarious and spunky, and also kind-hearted and giving.
You love to share (food, sometimes toys) and give lots of hugs and kisses.
You LOVE your Papa and Grammie, so much.
When we visit them, you like to curl up next to your Papa next to his spot on the couch and play on the iPad with him while you share peanuts.
Grammie loves to teach you all about dogs and birdies, and together you prance around the backyard.
The only cartoon you watch these days is Curious George.
Over and over again. You, little man, are our Curious George.
You remind me a lot of me. A LOT. You love to give and care for others.
And you are also sensitive and emotional, and stubborn. Just like me.
You are getting SO big. You are turning 3 and starting preschool this month.
I can't believe how much time has passed, but I also can't remember my life before you were in it.
I wanted to take a moment and remember you when you were still my teeny little baby, just as your sister is now.
No matter how big you get, you'll always be my little peanut head.
I love you Monkey.
I love our little family.