somehow the girls' stuffed animal collection keeps growing at an alarming rate, yet, oddly enough, I don't recall buying any of them. actually, I know for a fact I didn't buy any of them because stuffed animals kinda gross me out. TRUTH! yeah, they just seem-- what's the word I'm looking for-- unsanitary, maybe? like, who knows what's lurking in all that fur!
so then, where are they all coming from?
good question! chalk it up to another one of life's great mysteries, I guess.
"mommy, I gots a lotta fwends! take a pitcher, k?"
um, okay!
to see Amber's take on "things that grow," go
HERE!
have a great weekend!
-jessica
PS. t minus 1 week until The Great Hike! I think I can, I think I can...
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I probably shouldn't admit that I have a front coat closet that is stuffed with critters that my girls couldn't part with. Each one has a story behind it that they will never forget. Good thing for them that I'm a bit sentimental!
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