Monkey’s new song and some other simply adorable things he has done recently have made me realize how blessed I am to have such a good little boy. Last night, he did something I wish he’d do every night but I’ll remember it always.

We did our normal little routine, dinner, bath, bottle, breast top-off and sitting on mommy and daddy’s bed in our dimly lit bedroom. Usually I take him into his room when he shows more sleep signs and we read 2-4 books. Usually after those 2-3 books he’ll protest a little as I say “Night Night” and “I love you” then leave the room. But tonight, as I walked him into his room, his head on my shoulder and I whispering into his ear, “Mommy loves you so much, my little babba,” he simply pointed towards his crib and reached out for his little blue stuffed monkey (the replacement for his previous bed fellows). I couldn’t believe my eyes as he simply curled up and went to sleep.

For some reason, this brought me to tears. I can’t really pinpoint why but it did. Perhaps it’s because I’m nearing “that time” but I just kept thinking to myself “what a good little boy I have” and how blessed I was to have him.

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