Monkeys.

Since having Brayden, I've gotten used to things going ... well, not according to 'plan.'

Obviously, not getting to hold him for 9 days, and having him be in the hospital for 5 long weeks was not my plan.

But I thought that certain things would be easy for me to control. One such thing? Monkeys.

I know this sounds ridiculous. I cannot stand monkeys. Hate is a strong word...but I can almost use it when talking about monkeys. YUCK. ICK. GROSS. I think they are dirty nasty little creatures (and I realize I'm offending monkey lovers everywhere, so if you are a monkey lover, sorry).

When B was in the hospital he could only have hard plastic toys...so I got him this:

Notice it is monkey free. It's got a zebra, a lion and a giraffe. Well, B fell in LOVE with it. So when we got home my mom and Chis set out to get most of the rest of the collection:

He has the gym, the jumperoo, a walker and a bunch of toys...and they ALL have monkeys. ALL. OF. THEM. And what does B love? The monkeys. He stares at them. He carries on LONG conversations with them. He touches them, pats their heads, hits the one on his walker so it will talk to him. Augh.

Brayden Hearts Monkeys.

I could rebel. I could purge my house of all monkey related articles. But I won't. One look at that sweet little smiling face and I can almost like the monkeys. Almost.