Thursday, February 5, 2009

Hi, I'm an addict

I admit it. I'm addicted to Build-a-Bear. And honestly, there's only so many stuffed animals a grown woman needs. Even if I do have the excuse of kiddo to get me in the door.

However, hubby is an angel, and knowing this, he got me and kiddo both gift cards for Build-a-Bear for Valentines Day (early). (And I can't turn down a gift, can I?)

So, this is my newest creation and I'm so happy with it! I want to love it and kiss it and pet it and squeeze it and call it George. (only, it's a girl, and kiddo insists her name is Sierra)



I am such a colossal dork.

5 comments:

Gretchen said...

Introduce the kiddo to George Sand!

Auggy said...

Wait, you made a monkey. At the build-a-bear store.

*head asplodey*

Loquacious Me said...

That's it, Auggy. Next time you're in town, I'm taking you to Build-a-Dino.

BeshterBooks said...

Why does the phrase "would you like to pet my monkey" pop into my brain?

If it makes you feel better I have a pile of stuffed animals in my room. And I have no kids to blame. But I NEEDED that stuffed Tigger from Disneyland last year. And Chaucer, the teddy bear I got for Christmas, he just said he had to come home with me! OK, he didn't 'say' it, but the three-year-old in me did.

That doesn't make me weird, I swear!

sunna said...

Crap, now I have something ELSE to do besides write.....