Eventually we found the right combination of medications, things began to straighten themselves out, and my Chunky Monkey's true personality shined through. Always smiling, my happy little guy never failed to make my heart melt.
|Last morning w/Mama|
Monkey's personality shining through... At 15-months-old, my boy could crack me up! He could crawl 50 miles an hour, but still flat out refused to walk.
Me and my Monkey Man... At 18 months, he began to hit the Terrible Twos. Monkey's "Terrible" Twos are more the "I'm Just Going to Be Contrary, Mama" Twos. For the most part, he doesn't pitch the usual fits that a normal toddler pitches. He just matter of factly tells me "no" in a calm, cool, and collected tone. :-)
At 19-months-old, my baby isn't a baby anymore. He talks to me in "toddler" conversations. He sings songs, dances, uses his manners by saying "thank you," and cracks me up by making funny noises that he knows make his Mama laugh.
|Today - 20-months-old|
I have been blessed beyond measure with the relationship that I have with Monkey and his daddy. Monkey has a Mama who would walk through fire for him and a Daddy who loves him so much that he did the same to ensure his little boy would continue to have the only Mama he's ever known. The past 18 months of being Monkey's Mama have taught me more about self sacrifice and the unconditional love of a parent than I ever could have imagined. This little guy is my heart in human form, and I am unbelievably thankful that I've been given the opportunity to continue to be his Mama.