Wednesday, March 10, 2010
When I was a little girl one of my favorite things was when my mom would make my stuffed animals "talk" to me. She was so good at it and did all these little movements with them that they really did seem real to me. And I know I was old enough to know that it was her doing it, and I remember her doing it, but I would still get lost in our conversation and feel like it was really my animals doing the talking. Well, I started doing this with my kids a few weeks ago. Now it's a full fledged bedtime ritual. As soon as my son is in bed and covered up he tells me "Mommy, talk Teddy". And so it starts. It's interesting to note the difference between how my daughter interacts with her animal and my son's interaction with Teddy. He pretty much likes to beat the crap out of him. He will smack him and I'll make him cry, which will make my son laugh hysterically, and sometimes he'll even throw Teddy across the room. Then I'll make Teddy hide from him and he'll try to find him and then in the end he'll give Teddy a big hug. One time after I came down from tucking the kids in, my husband asked me what the heck was going on up there. He thought one of the kids was throwing a tantrum or something, but I told him no, I was just talking Teddy.