My wife has Pranceine, the Unicorn. The story book inside was about courage and confidence, something she wishes was taught to her growing up. It really makes her happy. God bless the manufacturers of Stuffies.
Really nice pics.
Everyone always has awesome stuffed animals. Whenever I go out I never see anything I'd like to buy but I come onto the forums and everyone has some wicked ones. I still got the one from my childhood though.
"You've got some cuties but it looks like one of them wiggled out of their diapy. :p"- Kwisy
lol. He wears very small diapers. I will put him in a white washcloth though. He goes everywhere with me in my diaper bag/back-pack.
"Everyone always has awesome stuffed animals. Whenever I go out I never see anything I'd like to buy but I come onto the forums and everyone has some wicked ones. I still got the one from my childhood though."
The teddy with the bib and the paci is my childhood teddy. He was falling apart. I restored him yesterday and chose an outfit to protect his frail 30 yr old body. My mom threw him in the garbage one night when I was 3 because I would not eat my spaghetti. She proceeded to scrape the spaghetti in the trash on top of him. I went ballistic and stalled talking to her. I eventually packed my suitcase and walked out the front door. She took him out of the trash at like 3 am and washed him and gave him back to me. Unfortunately the %(^)_* put him in the dryer like an idiot! The dryer damaged him pretty badly. The little teddy bear sitting next to him is the same model/brand/year just a smaller version. Looks brand new by comparison. My big teddy's hair is matted and he has holes from the dryer making weak spots in the underlying fabric. My mom also thought it would be smart to hot glue goggly eyes and a mouth/ nose to him.... Ugh. Luckily I was able to remove them gently, but when i was little I accidentally ripped one of his eyes out not so gently and a tuft of hair came out creating a bald spot. I will get him fixed eventually. The way my teddy was treated pisses me off. He is an embodiment of the abuse I suffered through as a child.