monkey love

I'm sitting at my computer, working away, while Ava (up from her nap) is watching a little movie. All is quiet and well, Noah still napping, great. Then, a slight fuss. Being the dutiful mom, I left Noah in the crib for a few minutes.

All of the sudden I hear a high pitched, painful sounding, scream. Now, the last time he did this I waited (thinking he was just fussing), and when I did go up he had a bloody mouth from falling in his crib -- nice one mommy. So, as you can imagine, this time I jumped up and ran up the stairs as fast as possible. Do you think I found blood? Bump? Bruise? Uh no. The monkey had "fallen" out of the crib. There's Noah, standing in the corner of his crib, crying his little eyes out and pointing to the fallen friend.

Reunited and it feels so good...