No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed!

So somewhere along the way when I was pregnant with Madelyn we stumbled upon a "sock monkey" theme (gender neutral, retro, all good). Nana's quilt for the baby was all sock monkeys so the nursery ended up being sock monkeys which of course meant we had to purchase every stuffed monkey and monkey outfit that existed. We started calling her "our little monkey" which became more and more fitting the bigger she got as she rolled and kicked and tumbled -- constantly -- inside my belly. Those kick charts they give you at the doctors office were hilarious. You're supposed to make sure the baby kicks ten times within one hour; I would sit down to do the test and she would kick ten times in three minutes.

And then "our little monkey" was born, and to sum up, her post-birth activity level has been quite consistent with her pre-birth activity level. Not sure why this surprised us. She has two speeds: running and asleep, and truthfully, she doesn't even fully stop moving in her sleep. She is extremely busy with a seemingly insatiable curiosity about everything, and while we adore her personality (and we SO do), she is often quite exhausting to parent.

Bottom line, our family has filled it's quota of monkeys and I'm not sure we could handle one more. We are therefore being a little more...selective, shall we say, about the token animal for this next baby. A turtle, perhaps? Or a sloth or a koala? Or maybe just a lazy puppy? We're taking suggestions, so fire away :)