From the time Weston was an itty-bitty, bald little baby boy…my nickname for him was “Mama’s Little Monkey.” I don’t really remember for sure why I chose that nickname for him, but I think it might have had to do with his little monkey toes that I thought were so stinkin’ adorable.
A few days ago, I turned around to a shout of “Mom! Look at me!” and found this spectacle to behold…
Little guy had turned into a real monkey right before my eyes!
The ritual (which went on ALL night long), looks just like this…
Once he reaches the very top, he’ll make a grand jump down and then the whole ritual starts all over again. And over again. And over again.
We used to do this all the time when I was a kiddo, but it wasn’t until Weston’s night of being a monkey that I remembered just how much fun it was!
Oh to be a full of childlike joy again…it’s a wonderful sight to see.
