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A spider monkey has taken up residence in our home. A drunk, uncoordinated spider monkey that has the tendency of a howler monkey to shriek and yell at great volumes.

These days, Sunny climbs on EVERYTHING in our home. And I mean everything. She mounts the backs of the sofas, trunks, picnic tables, chairs, the dogs. Then she stands and bounces and dangles and scares the living crap out of her mother at least 100 times a day.

It’s going to be a mighty expensive trip to the hair salon post-partum to cover up all these gray hairs.

No amount of requests to “PUT YOUR BUMMIE DOWN!” and time-outs as a result of ignoring said requests deter her from these antics.

Not surprisingly, we had our first big spill on account of all these trapeze-like stunts. She toppled off the back of the couch and knocked her right eyebrow square into the corner of a large, wooden chest on her way to the ground.

Admittedly, I took it harder than she did.

It was a competitive sob-fest to see who was more upset by the resulting goose egg. James was the recalcitrant referee.

After 30 minutes of suffering through life with an ice-pack on the bump, Sunny squirmed out of James’ arms and proceeded to clamber onto her wooden rocking chair, attempting to stand on its back.

Apparently, she’ll be fine. And no lesson was learned. Awesome.