Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Meet Bobby

Bobby is my son's pet name for a Winnie The Pooh stuffed toy. Oh well, he used to call it Paba, but days before my trip to Manila, he has distinctly called it "Bobby." This particular toy is a birthday present from one of his godmother, Che (previously, my officemate). Unlike some versions of Pooh we have at home (courtesy of my sister who collects stuff toys), it is unbelievably soft (you could squeeze it with one hand and still it would bounce back to its original form upon release), no wonder my son loves to hug (and nuzzle its nose! But I have come to believe he really meant to kiss it everytime he puts the nose in his mouth).

Yesterday, I have given Bobby a much needed "bath" and "brushed his teeth" much to my son's dismay. He kept on crying and calling out Bobby's name. All the more so when he saw his bear hanging outside (to dry him up as quickly as possible).

But before I left to work today, I placed the clean and dry Bobby beside my sleeping son. I had wanted to surprise him when he wakes up.

My mother said Matt was ecstatic when he woke up to see Bobby by his side. He was wrestling and hugging the bear almost instantly and for what seemed like a long time, said Mama.

Below are some pics of Bobby with my son.

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