His name is Monkey.
He is Matthew's favorite stuffed friend.
Caterpillar or Puppy will do in a pinch.
But Monkey's where it's at.
He went missing about three weeks ago.
Strangely, Matthew never said anything. So, obviously, we didn't point out the fact that we couldn't find him. We simply handed him Puppy or Caterpillar and proceeded to scour the house looking for Monkey. I didn't remember taking him anywhere.
When I found him a few days ago, zipped inside a Penguin backpack from Sea World, I was elated.
Turns out when your littlest boy's favorite sleepytime friend goes missing, it really upsets Mommy.
I took the newly discovered Monkey and handed him to Matthew.
He grabbed him with both hands, pulled him into a tight hug, grinned and said, "YOU FOUND MY MONKEY!" So apparently he had noticed that he was missing. He began kissing Monkey's well-loved face. "Thank you!"
And then he proceeded to carry him around for the rest of day, never releasing him from his toddler vice grip.
His name is Elephant. Or Ele (Ella).
He is Garrett's favorite stuffed friend.
Nothing else will do in a pinch.
He has a duck he named Jesus when he was a toddler. That's not pronounced Hay-sue-s, by the way. For a time they were both his favorites and he carried them everywhere. But then it just became all about Elephant.
He's never been missing for longer than a day.
Heaven help us all if he does. You'll hear a scream and know if came from somewhere in the Salt Lake area. It will reverberate over mountain ranges and seas. And the world will know.
Elephant is every bit as important to Garrett as his real live family members, I'm sure of it.
I found them side by side on the floor today. A tale of two stuffed animals.
And I had to take their picture.