We {Heart} Stuffed Animals

I used to travel a lot for work (and also, although not-quite-as-much-as-I-would-have-liked, for fun).  Every time I went to a new city, I would buy (1) a cookbook and (2) a stuffed animal.  The stuffed animal part was kinda odd admittedly (I was trying to be different, cut me a break), I just kinda piled them all up in a big basket and there they sat.

 It was like The Fates knew that all those stuffed animals would come in handy some day – Peter is a stuffed animal JUNKIE, he has his favorites but if they aren’t around, he’s happy with any stuffed animal he can find. 

This morning we had a bed-jumping/stuffed-animal-hugging session first thing.  Before we got dressed or fixed that rat’s nest of hair. A very rational request on a Saturday morning, if you ask me.