"Carrie" George...

otherwise known as "Curious George," the monkey who belongs to the man with the yellow hat, but called "Carrie" by Ellen, made a pretty big showing this Chistmas.

Thank you to Portland Aunt for the package we got a day or so ago. In it was a Curious G. book AND stuffed version of the fellow. Ellen loves them. A friend of mine from CA also sent a version of CG that runs on batteries; push his tummy and he yawns and plays a few bars of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. He is dressed for bed and has a blankie and a teddy. Ellen loves him, but won't touch him yet because she is suspicious of a monkey that plays music, I suppose.

She has quite the monkey collection; a blue long armed affair that hoots when you push his tummy (from MO grandma), one with magnets in his hands a feet who perches on the fridge (she loves to play with him on occasion too-from her aunt and uncle in Portland), a little red monkey her dad got free at a yard sale (it's one of those McDonald's kids meal's toys) and now two Curious George monkeys.

She's doing better at her monkey collection already than I am at my giraffe collection, and she's only been at it less than two years.

Ellen also enjoys coloring. The color book from Portland already has colors on every page. She loves to color and already knows most of her basic colors, thanks to her Missouri Grandma and Aunt working with her. Well, I work with her as well, but not as much.

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Anonymous said…
Your daughter needs one of those monkeys made out of heavy brown/white socks. I really like your blog, it was my first visit today.
Pam
January 1, 2009 at 2:13 PM
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