It's days like these that I'm so grateful for my sweet little guy. I love how he loves me no matter what. I love how smart he is and how much he's already like his Daddy. I love that even on my crazy-emotional-pregnant days when I just stop and play with him everything seems right.
I even love that he's always into everything. Whether it's climbing on top of crazy things or just getting into the cereal cabinet and covering my kitchen floor with cheerios. It always looks like whatever he's doing, to him, is the biggest adventure.