Monkey Business

I could not even upload these photos without doubling over into a fit of giggles. Every night, Abbie gets a bath after dinner. I get her dressed in her pajamas and read her a couple (or 12) books, and then we go find Daddy. You can pretty much set your clock by this schedule.

Well, tonight, I walked out of Abbie's room as she was getting up out of the floor, and I was about 10 paces in front of her as I headed into our bedroom. This is how she looked as she made her way into the corner of our room (where we keep even more toys for her).


Do you see it? What still makes me laugh, even now?


Yup, she has a monkey on her leg. I'm not sure how she did it, but she walked all the way across the house with this little stuffed monkey wrapped around her right ankle.


See?!?!?! It is one of those plush monkeys that has the velcro arms.


She eventually quit trying to shake him off and just went with it.


No, she did not get hurt. This was, without a doubt, the slowest fall I have ever witnessed. It was like she was moving in slow motion. She just kept leaning back until she was flat on her back. And yes, the monkey went down with her!