Monkeyin' Around

Keeton has this crazy monkey that laughs wildly when you squeeze its' foot. When Tiffany arrived last night, Keet was anything but humored. As a matter of fact, I've never seen him so upset that the capillaries around his eyes turn red, so as to create a mask; nor to hear him sobbing, like a girl in a Lifetime drama. Sheesh! Gram has The Touch, tho, and soon he was taking in his surroundings, and, albeit sheepishly, interacting with the rest of us on a Saturday night.

So, we played Babies.


I held Keeton, Tiffany held Keller, Aubrey and Israel buzzed about. There was a cacophony of sound that reverberated in our home ~ every once in awhile accentuated by the sound of this crazy monkey cackling in the mix of it all . . .

It was the type of evening wherein the events might be forgotten, but the sense of belonging and security run deep into your being, never to be erased.

For all the monkey business going on, this gang's for real.