Someone can't let go of Monkey. Jake tells me that he carries Monkey everywhere-- breakfast, down the stairs, to get shoes on, and walking out the door. Monkey used to stay only in the crib, and Myer only seemed interested in Monkey when getting ready for nap or bed time, but now he can't let go of him. Oh it breaks my heart. We may be washing Monkey more often, but everyone needs a fluffy passenger during life's changes. Hold tight little buddy.
