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.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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Introduce the kiddo to George Sand!
Wait, you made a monkey. At the build-a-bear store.
*head asplodey*
That's it, Auggy. Next time you're in town, I'm taking you to Build-a-Dino.
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!
Crap, now I have something ELSE to do besides write.....
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