Calvin has been a one-stuffed animal kind of guy for as long as I've known him. He's all Pooh Bear all the time. That is, until we left Pooh Bear at the hotel while we were at the Magic Kingdom.
Cal was ready to drop off for a nap but was distressed by his missing pal. But c'mon ... we're at Pooh's house -- surely he was there somewhere! Indeed, we found six or seven versions of his friend at a nearby store, and Cal found solice in all of them.
In rare form, I purchased one of them -- a new friend for the original Pooh, and maybe even for Calvin. It did not, however, induce sleep. Oh well.
Returning home, however, we found that he fit right in and found himself in surprisingly good company. Not only did Calvin welcome two armfuls of yellow bears, but suddenly wanted all stuffed animals he's accumulated thus far.
He wants each of them in his crib and brings them downstairs with him in the morning. I returned home from work to find he and dad snuggled up with them, watching the Wiggles.
Speaking of the Wiggles ....
Monday, January 07, 2008
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Yeah, Cal knows from soft! Such safety and comfort in the world of hard knocks here and there.
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