My Name is Monkey, and I am a Paci Addict

There are a few brands here, but Sassy MAM are the hands down favorites

Poor Monkey. He has some sort of illness which DEMANDS that SOMETHING be shoved in his mouth at all times. That may mean a finger (his or whichever is in reach) or a paci or the side of his exersaucer or the tail of his singing lobster, Rocky. Once a paci has been secured, it's considered a best practice to grind your face into your Keeper's shoulder while squealing and making pathetic, 'I am in pain' cries. Unfortunately there don't seem to be any teeth erupting as a result of all this frenzied chewing, and our very unhappy night leads us to think that something else is definitely going on. We talked to the nurse today and she said he needed to be seen before the weekend, so we are going in at 9:30 tomorrow morning. He already has an appointment next Wednesday for his 4 month shots, and we really want him to be healthy before he has those. So we will see what they say tomorrow. (My money is on ear or sinus infection, but we'll see.)

So sad because we had planned on going to the zoo for their Halloween excitement with our friends this afternoon, but unfortunately they are teething 3 molars at once (!) so everyone is spending the afternoon at home instead.