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June 22, 2005

Oh good.

Goofy the Space Alien is a colourful puppet I bought Frances for Christmas at the One of a Kind Show last year. His mouth squeaks and there is a stick attached to his left hand so you can make him do hand gestures.

He is the bane of my existence.

Frances loves Goofy--at least, now she does. She loves it when Goofy eats her feet or licks her neck, when he points to things, pats her on the head, or even just sits there, a red lump on Mummy's knee.

When she sees him, she will crawl over, pick him up, and hold him out to be with big, pleading blue eyes. If I don't notice within a few seconds, tears will threaten.

Yesterday, she figured out the magic of "more" with Goofy. She'll point to him and say, "more!"

Today, a new milestone, in more than one way. She pointed to him and very clearly said...

..."MINE!"


Posted by Andrea at June 22, 2005 7:32 AM under Beanie Baby Brags

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That is so cool. Such good concepts for her to be learning.

Posted by: liz at June 22, 2005 11:13 AM

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A little baby GENIUS, I tell you!

Posted by: yankee transplant at June 22, 2005 4:13 PM

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Maybe they need to make Baby Goofy DVDs instead of Baby Mozart!

Posted by: Running2Ks at June 22, 2005 6:29 PM

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Go Berserk




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