I think it only appropriate to dedicate this blog to the passing of one of Baby Girls favorite toys. One I repeatedly made half ass'd attempts at hiding but was somehow never totally successful. It was introduced to her at Halloween inside an over-sized bag, stuffed to the brim with more candy and knickknacks than any 14 month old could ever or should ever see- one week before the costumes and annual sugar consumption officially began.
Why relatives? Why?
And what was this object of her voracious desire to snuggle and cradle for months to come... The so beloved toy that she insisted on cradling it in her hand through grocery stores, and to the chagrin of her mother, drag through Boy Dinosaur's Montessori preschool holding up to any and all passersby for approval.
A bouncy ball formed out of about a dozen small plastic red rimmed eyeballs.
Was it the haphazard way it bounced and zigzaged across the floor that caught her eye? Or the terrified look on her mother's face when she held it anywhere near the vicinity of her mouth?
We'll never know.
Yesterday our beloved Great Dane dismembered and half consumed this dear toy. Baby Girl must have known somewhere in her heart it was gone, even though I rushed to sweep all remaining pieces in to the trash and out of sight. In the middle of the night she woke up in a mournful wail. As I rocked and soothed her back to sleep Loving Husband woke to a different noise. Our dog vomiting at the foot of the bed. He ran quickly to clean and was aghast to discover four half digested eyeballs floating in the muck. Unaware of the days previous activities you can imagine the thought process...
Am I really awake? Are those real? What can I poke it with?
Oh, plastic eyeball bouncy toy you are now officially gone, but your memory will live forever. Or at least as long as this blog..
Why relatives? Why?
And what was this object of her voracious desire to snuggle and cradle for months to come... The so beloved toy that she insisted on cradling it in her hand through grocery stores, and to the chagrin of her mother, drag through Boy Dinosaur's Montessori preschool holding up to any and all passersby for approval.
A bouncy ball formed out of about a dozen small plastic red rimmed eyeballs.
Was it the haphazard way it bounced and zigzaged across the floor that caught her eye? Or the terrified look on her mother's face when she held it anywhere near the vicinity of her mouth?
We'll never know.
Yesterday our beloved Great Dane dismembered and half consumed this dear toy. Baby Girl must have known somewhere in her heart it was gone, even though I rushed to sweep all remaining pieces in to the trash and out of sight. In the middle of the night she woke up in a mournful wail. As I rocked and soothed her back to sleep Loving Husband woke to a different noise. Our dog vomiting at the foot of the bed. He ran quickly to clean and was aghast to discover four half digested eyeballs floating in the muck. Unaware of the days previous activities you can imagine the thought process...
Am I really awake? Are those real? What can I poke it with?
Oh, plastic eyeball bouncy toy you are now officially gone, but your memory will live forever. Or at least as long as this blog..
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