When Grace was 6-months-old, she latched on to a stuffed animal monkey, later to become known as "Monkey." Everything Grace did, Monkey did. We could not leave the house without this thing, and we wouldn't dare lay Grace down to sleep without him.
2 years later, Monkey is still a big part of her life, of our lives. Whenever we go somewhere, Bob and I are on "Monkey watch," making sure Grace doesn't lose him. I can't tell you how many times we've been out and people have chased us down to return Monkey to us, after Grace either dropped him or threw him down. Those strangers hold a special place in my heart, because without Monkey, I don't thing Grace could survive.
Last year, my Mom found the same stuffed animal monkey at a store in Canada. She bought it for "back-up," and gave it to Grace for Christmas. At first, Grace wanted nothing to do with the new one. In the last couple of months, however, she has brought this new one into her life and named him "Dadda Monkey." #1 monkey has since become known as "Mamma Monkey." Well wouldn't you know it, Momma and Dadda reproduced, and we now have "Baby Monkey." Aunt Becky and Uncle Pete gave Grace a little stuffed Curious George, and he is now "Baby." All 3 now have to come with us wherever we go (although Momma Monkey is still graces favorite.)
I pray every night that Mamma Monkey doesn't bust a seem, but I know it's inevitable. The poor thing has been through a lot, (including the washer about 20 times.) So today I share with you a photo of our monkey family and snapshots of Mamma monkeys journeys. She's soaked up the sun in Daytona Beach, and has even spent a few nights in the hospital with Grace, taking every I.V. and dose of meds with Grace. What a good friend and not too bad of a life for a monkey.