When I was a kid I loved stuffies. I had my favourites and slept with them every night. When my first born arrived, the first present I bought for him sat neglected. He was not a fan of stuffies, and when he was three he asked me to take all of the stuffies from his room, and put them in the soon to be baby’s room. Well that was a very good call, my second little person, is a stuffie snuggler. He sleeps with one, or two, or three at night. When one is laying neglected on the floor, he can’t seem to crawl by without burying his face in it. He crawls around the house with little stuffies in his mouth. Yes he looks like a dog while doing it. He loves his stuffies and he comes by it naturally. So when I saw a pattern for a knit teddy bear, I had to make it for him. I finished it the other day and was going to wait for a special occasion to give it to him, when he came into my room pointed at it and said “what’s that”, pointing until his dad brought him close enough for a snuggle. He grabbed it, and stuck his thumb in his mouth and had a little snuggle, his sign of approval.
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