This is S with her new stuffed bear, Abby.
If you read this on a regular basis, you know we're all about the stuffed animals. We have a ton. We've even resorted to giving some away and packing away others, and the house is still filled with them. We made a pact to stop (or at least limit) our stuffed animal purchases after a baby came along. We begged, pleaded, and threatened friends and family to not get any more. For the most part, we've succeeded. We got a big stuffed panda (and a little one to match) right before she came, and we got a pink bear (we named her Hobbette, because she sheds as much as Hobbes does) on our first Buy Buy Baby run after S came. Grania got S a giant Baby's First Pooh Bear, but he goes so well with her giant dragon.
Abby couldn't be refused, though. She was at an outlet store that was selling the bears for a fundraiser. I'm a sucker for stuffed animals for charity. Then I found out that it was an adoption charity, and I had to get her. Actually, I think Nana bought her, since she was with me and making purchases already.
For the last month or so, Abby has languished with some of the other toys S wasn't that interested in. But this week, Abby became a star. S seeks her out, strokes her soft fur, then all of a sudden stuffs that bear in her mouth and flings her across the living room. She thinks it's the coolest thing. And it keeps her still for a few moments before she motors across the kitchen.
I'll be curious to see if Abby becomes an old standby, or just another phase of toy love. Time will tell.
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