one little monkey

Jake and I spent the night at my mom and stepdad’s house one night last week while Matt was away. It’s always such a tricky ordeal to get out of the house with a one year old because he uses my busyness as an opportunity to get into everything. Usually he drags all of the tupperware out of the cupboard or pulls every book he can off the bookshelf in his room. I rarely mind it much so long as he’s occupied.

I had our bag packed and ready to go, so I put it in the sun room and shut Jake in there while I went to grab a few things in the house. Normally this isn’t a big deal at all. The sun room doubles as Jake’s play room, so it’s about the only room in the house where he can’t get into anything that would potentially be harmful. 

What I didn’t realize was I had put a banana in our bag, along with some other food items. And apparently Jake was hungry. I wasn’t out of the room for long, and when I came back, Jake found the banana and was attempting to eat it . . . in the peel. He somehow found a way to break open a small part of the peel with his teeth. 

It scared me at first because I thought he might get choked, but when I realized he had it under control, I grabbed my camera. 

Here he is trying to suck the banana out of the small hole he created with his teeth.

 

And is it just me or does my child look exactly like a monkey here? Those eyes, his mouth, the wrinkles above his mouth, his posture . . . 

 

Is this a look of satisfaction or what?

It’s good to know that if my son were stuck in a jungle in the wilds of Africa, as long as he could find bananas, he’d be okay.