We gave the butterflies a little incentive to visit us by dipping our fingers in some Gatorade and holding out our hands for them to alight on. Isn't alight such a nice word? Alight. Ah, I like the way it sounds.
As you can see, Little Monkey was not as excited about alighting butterflies as his sisters were. In fact, I think that it is safe to say that he was totally freaked out with the idea of butterfly alightment.
Meanwhile his sister had butterflies all over the place. We called her the butterfly whisperer.
She began her training when she was a baby. Oh, this picture makes me weep. Stop growing so fast monkey girl!
The other monkey girl was pretty popular with the lepidopteras too.
Little Monkey eventually warmed up to the idea of having bugs crawl all over him.
By the end of our time there, he and the butterflies had formed a bond. It probably had something to do with Little Monkey practically bathing himself in Gatorade.
As you can see, Little Monkey was not as excited about alighting butterflies as his sisters were. In fact, I think that it is safe to say that he was totally freaked out with the idea of butterfly alightment.
Meanwhile his sister had butterflies all over the place. We called her the butterfly whisperer.
She began her training when she was a baby. Oh, this picture makes me weep. Stop growing so fast monkey girl!
The other monkey girl was pretty popular with the lepidopteras too.
Little Monkey eventually warmed up to the idea of having bugs crawl all over him.
By the end of our time there, he and the butterflies had formed a bond. It probably had something to do with Little Monkey practically bathing himself in Gatorade.
When it was time to go, he said that he didn't want to leave his "best buddies". We came "this close" to him having a complete meltdown. Then I did what every good mom would do and I bribed him with some ice cream.
Fun times!
Hugs,
Melissa
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