Monkey

Hunter's new best friend is a stuffed monkey. He found it in his Aunt's room one day and hasn't put it down since (which she has decided to give to him, in case you were wondering).

The thing has been through a lot. He's been dunked in the tub, dropped in the mud, and hauled around by a two-year-old nonstop for several weeks now. He's even made it to North Carolina and back and traveled through airports, horse stalls, chicken coops and more.

Hunter can't sleep without it which has made for some very interesting mad dashes to find the silly thing at certain bedtimes. This is the first toy (or any other object for that matter) he's ever really been attached to like this. He never had a blankie, wouldn't take a pacifier, didn't suck his thumb, so this is all new to me.

I thought this was funny because I, too, had a stuffed monkey that was my absolute favorite toy in the world until I was probably six or seven. I'll have to get it out of the attic sometimes and shown Hunter his Mommy's monkey addiction. I wonder if he'll follow in my foot steps of being a monkey on the playground and in the tree as well? If so, many prayers of protection and guardian angels will follow.

"Thy righteousness is like the great mountains; thy judgments are a great deep: O LORD, thou preservest man and beast."

Psalm 36:6

Hunter is 2 years, 11 months old