All His Stuff

When O was little, he did not like stuffed animals. When I say he didn't like them, that is an understatement. He had a very intense negative reaction to them. So much so, that he would not even go in the same room with a few of them. He especially disliked the really soft, fluffy ones that looked and felt like hair. 


There was one blue elephant that the girls and I fell in love with. It was given to us before O was born and was made out of the softest material. We loved it...he did not.

Although he still is not fond of dolls with hair - he finds the girls' Barbies particularly aversive, just too much hair - he now enjoys cuddling with his stuffed things. He has a favorite bear, two pillow pets, a stuffed Thomas the Tank Engine, and many more. Check out this photo I took last week during nap time.

As you can see, his bed is FULL of stuffed things. There are even some that can't be seen in this photo. And, more are added daily.

Although loving stuffed animals isn't one of those critical life skills, it is something that makes life enjoyable. And, now when O tells me every night, before I leave his room, "Mom, when you leave I'll be lonely," I can say, "You won't be lonely. You have Teddy and Thomas and Piggy and Pluto and..."


I name every one of those stuffed things, and, before I know it, he's fast asleep.