
One great benefit of having a monkey @ home is rediscovering the many worlds that can be discovered in ordinary objects and scenarios. To our benefit, we build forts and tents from time to time. Being weather-bound indoors, now is the time for forts. Pela took turns running in and out of the structure, taking care of various babies in various locations. Other activities include hide from scary mama coming close on Pela's bare heels to eat her neck.
Oh yeah, the point of the story: Sarah and I were across the room, watching Pela clamber about on the couch. At one point, we look over, and she's standing there leaning her hip into the couch in her overalls, hair askew in her Pelaway, selecting a morsel in the shape of a cheerio from under the couch cushions. The morsel then, of course, while gazing into our eyes, pops promptly into her mouth. Mind you, this treat is easily 9 months old. Before we can collect ourselves to say anything more than, "is that tasty?" or "is it chewy?", she has selected and consumed three delicious snacks. That's our girl...
(note: Sarah keeps the house really clean[in spite of Pela & I]. this is not intended to serve as passiveaggresive communication of desired couch cushion maintenance. I love you baby. It is a major character in this tale, and in life. For where would we find mystery but under couch cushions, car seats & jacket pockets? dunno.)