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one of my favorite things to do recently is just sort of let john play, "unattended." that's in quotes because we're never far away, and we peek in on him often, but it's sort of fun to see what he does when he's left to his own devices.

this morning, we started out with a brisk climb:

can't. quite. reach. lotsalegs.
he was so quiet while i was blowdrying my hair that i wandered into his room to check on him. he wasn't trying to climb into his bed, exactly, but scaling the sides and reaching for the menagerie of animals that sleep with him on a nightly basis.

he followed me back to the bathroom while i put on my makeup, and then wandered off again. i checked his room and he was nowhere to be seen - but two monkeys WERE conspicuously missing from the bin they usually sit in on his floor.

i walked into the kitchen, and i still couldn't see him. but i could hear this little narrative. "night night, monkeys. nap. monkeys on a nap. night night nap monkey. (insert kiss sound) night night nap monkey. (insert kiss sound)."

around the island, and i see john putting the two monkeys to bed on the floor, gently and sweetly. each one gets a kiss, a back rub, and a snuggle before he lays them down together.

sweet boy tending to his babies.

as i walked around the corner and john spotted me, he shouted, "get up, monkeys! mommy here! get up, monkeys!"

"get up, green monkey!"
"monkey sit! mommy, monkey sitting!"

and then, after i kissed his head and walked into the living room, i hear john yelling, "horse! horse!" and then "neigh!"

i walked back into the kitchen. and this is what i see:

"giddyup, monkey horse!"

gotta love an imagination.
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