The obvious photo for this would be of me and my husband I suppose, but instead I’m focusing on my daughter (I’m still not completely used to saying that – my daughter!) and her deep love for her squeaky giraffe.
Who knew a toy could inspire such devotion? Happily for us, it’s small enough that it generally lives in the diaper bag and only comes out when we’re at a restaurant or somewhere we need to keep H content and semi-quiet. She is so thrilled to see the giraffe that she virtually attacks it and proceeds to gnaw on it for ages. I had to pull it out of the diaper bag in order to photograph it, and then I had to make sure I got it back into the diaper bag so that we’d have it the next time we’re out-and-about.
Why it kind of makes me laugh is that this toy, like so many of them, is a hand-me-down from her brother. And he was pretty indifferent towards the giraffe. He gave it a few nibbles now and then, but he had none of the eyes-light-up-with-joy love for it that she does.
True love. Between a girl and her giraffe.
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