I’d really like to tell you that my obsession with stuffed animals is not at all about my obsession. I’d like to tell you it’s more about me catering to the whims of my five year old son.
But that would be lying.
Stuffed animals (or stuffies, as I always called them) brought me comfort and security and many times, a much needed shoulder to cry on (albeit a furry one). Growing up, I was very close with my teddy bear, Bruno, and his second-in-command, a stuffed duck that went by the name Ducky.
Ducky, unfortunately, met his end when we had a teething puppy in the house. It was a sad, sad day when I said goodbye to Ducky but I’m happy to report that Bruno is still alive and well.
Mostly well.
Another one of our dogs chewed off parts of his paws but I vow to restore him someday.
With my emotional attachment to stuffies, I might have encouraged my son to become mildly obsessed with stuffies as well.
It all started with baby showers gifts. The little stuffed horses and lambs. And then continued with Christmas gifts. And progressed to here-this-will-keep-you-quiet-while-I-shop gifts. And finally, oh-this-is-so-cute-I’m-sure-Evan-will-want-it gifts.
Now stuffies are his souvenir of choice. As you can imagine, we’re a little overloaded.
Adding to the madness is my work as a blogger because every once in a while, I get a request to review a stuffed toy.
How can you “review” a conglomeration of fluff and fabric and emotion?
You can’t. You just welcome him into your home and have him join your family. Your stuffed-animal-obsessed family.
I actually wanted Woe Bear for me but Evan and I had a tearful discussion and in the end, I think I would have felt like a heel of a mom to deny a teddy bear to my son because, well, I wanted it!
No worries though. I think we’ll be welcoming many more family members for years to come.
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OMG – NONONONONONO. I like stuffies, but nononono NO more of them in my house. I have told my daughter that we are going through hers and I will donate 50 cents to each she gives up to her college fund. My hubby pointed to the pile and said a dollar would break us if she got “into it.” Ugh. We wrangle them in the LARGEST Boon Otto you can buy and they still have taken over the house.
But don’t you know stuffed animals have feeeeeeeelings? Didn’t you ever watch Toy Story? No, those toys are alive. I can’t turn my back on them. Not even for 50 cents.
Cute, but I still am tired of tripping over them. 🙂
I would like to blame the 100s of stuffed animals in our house on my girls… but the fault might be (slightly) mine. I can rarely say no to a cute furry lovable stuffed animal. So I’m with you on the stuffed animal obsession. We should try counting them sometime.
Do NOT make me count them. Just as I will not count my shoes. I do not need to emphasize where my faults lie 😉
My stuffed animals are now my daughter’s stuffed animals. The legacy lives on!
I actually have a few of my own that I’ve passed along. They ended up on the editing room floor but I do live vicariously through my son!
I loved seeing Bruno’s picture. It was like seeing an old, old friend. Brought back memories. I’ll snap a pic of Cindy and post it on FB. See if she looks how you remember.
I basically love you. You’ve summed up everything how I feel about my love babies, my only friends, my magicals. Particularly TY plush classic cats. They are so so beautiful, soft and I’ll swear they have life in them. I’m 41, I do look and act younger though, maybe its down to my love of the befurry ones! They don’t hurt you, beat you up, call you horrible names, shout abuse in the street, like quite a lot of humans do to me. Like animals, they recognise a good soul when they see one.
Stuff the I’m too grown up for stuffed animals!