Having been captured by singing stuffed animals...
Today my sister and her three kids are coming for a visit so I tried to tidy up my room that I share with my son so the boys can play in there. Really I should say the room Bennett allows me to sleep in every night because I really only occupy one small corner of the room. It’s the very small corner that my computer and scrapbook items are stored. In order for me to scrapbook I have to prop the keyboard against the wall, move the mouse and take out the file holder from under the desk. Then I can only have two things on the desk at one time. I usually set up my scrapbook carry all beside me but that then prevents me from getting out if there was an emergency, like a fire. I would be trapped in my two square feet of space trying to save my scrapbooks because I know that that would be the one thing that I must save if there was a fire. Which I feel a little guilty about because I should say Bennett but he is able to walk now and some what obey orders so I think that if there were a fire that he would understand, “TAKE THIS SCRAPBOOK AND RUN FOR YOUR LIFE…but low to the ground and try not to breathe!”
Anyway, while cleaning up the bedroom last night I noticed the collection of singing stuffed animals Bennett has. These are the only stuffed animals that he really has affection for. In fact he probably thinks that if there were a fire that he would scream to me, “ TAKE MY SINGING STUFFED ANIMALS AND RUN FOR YOUR LIFE AND DON’T FORGET MY ARMY TRUCKS, AND MY MR. POTATO HEADS, AND MY CARS…” and it would go on and on but you get it, right? Really thinking about it he probably would not grab the Potato Head because that toy is the one that I prefer to play with. One day I came home from work to find Bennett and Lexie playing with the army men and the potato head basket was near by. I proceeded to assemble one of the potato heads and made him come to save the day. Very fun right? Apparently not. Bennett began stomping on him several times telling him to die and then took the helicopter and slammed it into him. Since the helicopter survived the crash, miraculously, he then ripped the arms, eyes and other parts to the potato head off and loaded them into the helicopter. The helicopter then flew off, leaving a sad, dieing potato all by itself.
I am not sure where he gets this violent behavior. It might be the Godfather movie he watched because he would not go to bed and I needed to return it. I made him close his eyes whenever there was a gun or blood so I am going to attribute it to the fact that boys are far more violent than girls.
So last night after I picked up the army stuff, which included a leg to an army man, I noticed the collection of singing stuffed animals. (It takes awhile but I do get back to the point!) He has so many toys already that I don’t know what to do with them. Then there are these. If you are a parent you know that anything that makes noise can be extremely annoying especially when given to a small child that happens to be yours and they can play it over and over and over again even after you ask them five times to stop! The best is when he lines them all up and press the buttons as fast as they can so they all sing a different song at the same time. Then he looks at you like he has just conducted the best symphony ever and are you impressed. Well, yeah! It’s great.
I don’t really hate the singing stuffed animals. In fact most of them were given to me but were confiscated by Bennett, as most of my things are. My favorite is the one Bekah gave me for Valentine’s Day last year. It plays the Manamah song, which is the best song ever. And is probably my favorite song to ever be sung by a puppet.
A few weeks ago my parents went up to visit my Aunt and Uncle and when they came home they brought with them belated birthday gifts. Bennett received a black and red singing gorilla. When you press the on button is starts having a sezure and sings “Wild Thing.” Again I don’t hate the singing stuffed animals it’s just that now that my Mom and Aunt know that he likes them that is all that they are going to give him. Until he is 25. Or they forget, which is more likely to happen. So I am gearing up for a long lifetime of collecting singing stuffed animals at all the holidays and birthdays Bennett has for at least the next five years.
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