Those of you who have been following this blog may recall the post entitled "Girls Just Want to Have Fun", in which I celebrated the joys of whimsy in my Second Half. Since OG is having a bit more trouble making the transition to living in California, we're making an effort to add whimsy to his new life, too. For Christmas, our daughter (a giant fan of Spanish soccer) gave OG a stuffed monkey named Marti (dressed in a Real Madrid hoodie) to keep him company by his computer. When we moved, OG decided Marti would make an excellent personal trainer and set him up on the treadmill.
For OG's recent birthday, our daughter sent a whistle for Marti to help keep Dad on track with his exercises, and I gave him this card. The monkeys bounce and bob; I couldn't resist.
However, I believe my Fathers Day present tops them all. I found this monkey on a tricycle at Grigg's Nursery when I took my mom to look at fairy gardens. OG was so amused he insisted on going back the next day to get plants and a chicken to complete the piece. Now, this is what we see from our living room window. Just look at those expressions! It's hard to have a bad day with these two around.
And, in case you wondered, I AM wearing my monkey socks as I write this post.