Someone in the Whittacre household (that would be Abby) has formed an attachment with a stuffed sock monkey in the last week. It's helped to soothe a series of bad going-to-bed-nights so I don't think I can complain. And I certainly don't begrudge her her new-found love. It's kind've cute to watch her light up with you hand the monkey to her and she gets all cuddly.
Hopefully we'll be able to learn boundaries about where this thing can and cannot go so that we don't have the "lost stuffed animal crisis" at any time!
But no name for the guy (girl? It is pink and purple striped). Unless you count the fact that Abby grunts like a monkey whenever she "asks" for it. Well I'd like to get her saying mommy and daddy first anyway!