Linus in the making

I love my little monkey man. Brody is a solid, tender-hearted, cuddly little boy. He will climb up onto your lap and cozy up against your chest and hang out for awhile. When he wakes up in the middle of the night (yes, he still wakes up once- ugh) he will get as close as he can to you while you are rocking him back to sleep. He is obsessed with cars, balls, Caillou, Buzz Lightyear and his blankie.

He has two... one was intended to stay in his crib while he carried the other one around or to take in the car with him. Well, when he wakes up, he stands up in his crib, waves and says, "Hi" and then promptly hands you one blanket, and then the other. If you try to be sneaky and put the one back, he will go back into his room and pull it out through the bars. He loves his blankies. He will put them on the floor and lie down on them. He cuddles with them all the time. I know that in the future, if this obsession doesn't lessen, than this may be a problem. I mean, come on, how would it look for a middle linebacker for the Bears to carry a blankie still. But as of right now, while he is still my monkey, my bubba, my squishy little man, I think it is adorable and I know one day, I will keep part of his blanket and look back and cry- like I do every time I freaking watch Toy Story 3 and Andy remembers all the good times with Woody and Buzz (tear).

Always has one on each shoulder....