Olivia was a bit timid about sleeping at my parents' house but surrounded by a fortress of furniture, she felt safe and fell right asleep.
There is a small stuffed animal plaque running rampant through our house right now and EVERY night there must be a tucking-in ceremony. No one left behind. It drives me bonkers.
Actually it's kind of endearing since it is my boy who is the most attached.
From left to right: Pufferoni, Butterscotch, Butterscotch, mini-Butterscotch, Chips & Quackers
There might be a small fetish with the name: Butterscotch, but he loves them all the same and knows if one is missing. There were a few small meltdowns when one crawled away looking for some peace and quiet but we found it and brought it back.
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