my real cheeky monkey

 
 To me,

this little boy is so many things.

He is my son.
My baby.
He's my reason for everything.

He is my angel.

My little cherub.

My beautiful boy.

But he is also growing into a really funny and cheeky little person.

And I'm not entirely sure that the real boy really appears on this blog.

The angelic, cherubic, beautiful version of him appears here. . .  a lot!
But not always his cheeky side.

And in a little spontaneous photo shoot

I think I somehow managed to captured the real him.

The cheeky him,

the naughty him,

the smile that will let him get away with murder,

the contagious smile and giggle,

the real 'little boy' that we get the priviledge to live with

and love

and watch grow every day.

 I had just sat this very tired boy down on my bed for a second
so that I could close the curtains
before giving him his milk,
reading a bedtime story
and putting him to bed.


 But someone had other ideas
and decided that a little adventure was in order.


You obviously can't hear it in pictures
but he was laughing so much
that I just couldn't stop him
even though he was already late for bed.

One of those whole body,
deep in the belly laughs,
that says "I'm having THE best time".

 So this is him . . .
My real little monkey,
climbing my pillow mountain
when he should have been in bed.