I received the stuffed monkey that would eventually become Texas’ beloved Monkey Monkey as a shower gift. It is about the cutest softest stuffed toy ever. From his first ability to name things they have always come to him in twos. His bottle was called bottle-bottle his pacifier was referred to as mouth-mouth and his monkey was named doubly in turn. As Texas grows one by one these double named staples in his existence have faded into the past. As I tidied up his bed the other day I found Monkey Monkey hidden beneath a bean bag chair. I wondered how long he had been abandoned and realized I had not seen him lately. I quickly placed him front and center on his bed in hopes that he would fall back into good graces. I think deep down all parents dread the idea of their little one’s Monkey Monkeys ending up under the bean bag. What’s next Mommy Mommy?