The monkey is one of those blanket/animal head/rattle things from Carter's. Both my children have one and both would die without said blanket/animal head/rattle thing during sleeptime.
Despite the fact that my 20-month-old son knows the difference between dog and monkey and despite the fact that he realizes his Love is a monkey, he calls it "Doggy."
There is always a violent scream for "Doggy" if the Love is not surrendered within 2 seconds of walking across the threshold of his door (neither of the kids are allowed to take it out of their room, but can hold it while getting ready for bed/nap -- I'm trying to curb addictions here).
He loves this monkey.
He loves this monkey.
Today, in pre-celebration for Jane's 3rd birthday tomorrow (this is my home we're talking of here -- birthdays last more than just one day), we went to the zoo with Jane's favorite cousin and my sister-in-law (no camera, sorry, I suck).
We had so much fun. Tons of fun. The weather was a perfect 65, the visitors were uber scarce and almost all the animals were out and about (no zebras or lions).
We had so much fun. Tons of fun. The weather was a perfect 65, the visitors were uber scarce and almost all the animals were out and about (no zebras or lions).
Jane walked (read: ran) the entire zoo, screaming with delight at every animal. In fact, if you ask her right now if she had fun at the zoo, she will say: "I see lots of giraffes and their tongues. (They were eating near the observation area). Num num num num" (as she pretends to eat).
After exploring "Giants of the Savannah", we went over to the primate section of the zoo. I knew Elliot would be excited and I was right.
Almost right off we hit the Gorilla habitat where they are introducing two male youths into their new home.
We first saw them from afar, but eventually moved to the observation windows closest to where they were playing.
Elliot kept squealing and gesturing and making monkey noises.
Suddenly, one of the gorillas runs to the glass where Elliot stood alone and slammed into the window (playing, apparently). Behind him, the other gorilla stood pounding his chest.
That was the end to Elliot's fun-loving nature of primates.
Every other primate we saw, Elliot would twist uncomfortably, tell me "I go" and wave bye-bye in the general direction of the animal.
I thought upon returning home Elliot would view his Love with the same uncomfortable stare all primates now share.
this is Elliot kissing his monkey
I was wrong. Perhaps because his name is Doggy?
1 comment:
Curb addictions? That made me laugh!! I guess you don't want your children to have to choose when they get married :)
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