Mr. Monkeypants

There is an old saying that says “there is only one cutest baby in the world, and every mother has it”.  It is so true-my son is so adorable it almost hurts!

We have called my son monkeypants for almost his whole life.  It started with my parents who perferred to call him “Monkey Boy” rather than by his given name because A.) they hated his given name, and B.) when he was little he would cling to me like a little monkey and look at you curiously with his almost-cartoonishly huge eyes.  My parents still call him Monkey Boy and, as I was informed by my dad not two whole days ago, they intend to call him Monkey until they die.

So what was Monkey Boy from my parents turned into Monkey and then eventually Monkeypants from my husband and I.  We call him Monkeypants all the time [except when he's in trouble of course, then it's FIRSTNAME MIDDLENAME!!!] it was only a matter of time that he adopted the name for himself.

My son has a habit of calling himself out of his nap.  When he’s done with nap time he will lean his head out the door and call his own name.  He’ll say “Get up Firstname…..Fiiiiiiiirrrrrrssssstttnaaaaaammmeee!  Time to get up!”  Yesterday my son stuck out his head and called to himself “Firstname Middlename Monkeypants!  Oh Mister Moooonkeypants!  Get up from nap!”

I almost died laughing.  So I let him get up from nap and then I asked him, “Hey little boy, what’s your name?” and he looked me square in the eye and said “Firstname Middlename Monkeypants.  Nice to meet you.”

Nice to meet you too Mr. Monkeypants.