My darling son Liam was nicknamed Lammy before he was even born. So for his first Easter his Grandpa got him a little purple lamb. Liam loved that thing so much. He would suck on it and just hold it in his hand while he slept. Well Liam gave up the nickname and the lamb at around 18 months. He has since adopted a monkey that his Grandpa Adkins sent for Christmas last year as his new friend. We have to include monkey in bedtime stories, and prayer and we have to kiss monkey good night and tuck him into bed (even if Liam isn't lying down and doesn't want a blanket or a pillow, monkey has to be on the pillow under the blanket.). Liam also has Ducky who was also purchased by Grandpa at the Deseret book store. While Ducky doesn't get included in everything he still must be tucked in along with Monkey.
So, now we have little Harrison, when Harrison was a month old his Grandpa bought him a "Hare". Get it?! Hare-ison Ha-Ha! Anyways, just in the last few weeks as Harry has learned to roll around his crib we often times catch him doing just what Liam did with that Lamb, with his little bunny. It's not small enough to hold in his hands so he sucks on a paw and just rolls around with it like a wrestler. And even tho' he has other animals in his crib we always catch him with the bunny.
Well this was kind of an anti-climatic boring post but there you go, Grandpa's know their stuffed toys.
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