"Tiny"

Cody goes by "Tiny". Nobody else really calls him that, just me. It is a reference that reminds me daily just how "tiny" he was when he was born. 6 pounds 11 ounces may not seem tiny, but it is when your first born was 8 pounds 11 ounces. Tiny is still pretty little but his character and personality are SOOO big. He's so different and unlike any baby I've ever met. He's loud and busy and likes to be with the big guys. He doesn't think he's all that tiny.
He likes to color with Clayton-when he isn't eating the crayons.

Cody likes to pile stuffed animals, blankets, and pillows on whoever is sitting still. This time, Grandpa was the lucky one.

He likes to pull all the couch cushions off and jump into them. And then he likes to burrow into them and hide.

When Chris sits still, Cody sits on his head, literally....

...and then you get precious Daddy-son moments like these:

He's Captain America. (My MIL says all the time, "He's a special one. He's a Saturday Warrior.")

He's a problem solver. Wet and mushy diaper weighing you down and preventing REM? Just take it off, PROBLEM SOLVED.

He's a handful, but he's MY handful and I'm thankful for him. He teaches me patience, an ENORMOUS amount of patience. I love my littlest guy so much. I know that pretty soon he's not going to be so "Tiny" and sometimes that makes me sad.