It was something of a hostage situation.
A thirty year hostage situation.
Sadly for my little hostages I didn’t know they were missing. Please don’t let them know but I might have even forgotten about them until I saw them again today. But now, rescued from my cousin’s treasure chest, my Sea Wees are back in my possession.
My Sea Wee was long ago chewed on by a puppy, and her hair is a ratted mess, and my girls are already fighting over them but they came out of that wooden box with a slew of memories for my cousin and I that made me ridiculously happy to see these two resurface after so long.
Do you have any old toys that spark particularly fond memories?
Last night Clara’s toy of the moment was an old beanie baby style stuffed teddy bear. The bear has seen better days part of an ear has been mostly chewed off by Storm, it’s got the distinctive slobber crusted fur of an animal that’s been loved by Piper and Clara has gotten into the unappealing habit of sucking on one of it’s paws.
But looks aside, Clara loves her Teddy.
(Pretend there is a nice cute picture of Clara holding her Teddy here because that is really what this post should have. While you are at it pretend I’m a computer whiz and am not still arguing with my computers.)
Last night I listened to her talking to her Teddy, it went a little something like this:
“Oh Teddy!!!” Translation: Oh Teddy I’m so happy to see you!
“Oh Teddy.” Translation: Yes I love you too.
“Oh Teddy?” Translation: Are you cold?
“Oh Teddy.” Translation: Here I have snuggled you under blankets is that should be much better.
“Oh Teddy!” Translation: Come on out and play!
“Oh Teddy.” Translation: I love you.
At least I’m pretty sure that’s what she was saying!