We are trying to come up with more adjectives to describe the maniac who lives in our house. He seems to like hearing us refer to him as "crazy", "wild", or "berserk".
But none of those words capture the loving, mischievous side of our monkey.
He is growing out of the baby state, into an opinionated, angry old man stuck in a miniature body.
Mom says he lives out loud, aggressively and persistently asking for what he wants.
We love discovering his new quirky preferences. Like how he eats crackers: twist cracker sandwich, identify side with most peanut butter filling, eat that one, discard the other.
And finger foods like quesadillas, pizza, or chicken strips: take one bite from most attractive end, discard the rest in a neat pile.
He's awesome. We hope he knows it!
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