This is Jack's stuffed animal he has had since he was born. We never really figured out what kind of animal it is, but we think, a cow. His name is buddy. Greg's aunt saw buddy and said she had one at her house exactly like it. So she gave it to us in case we ever wanted to replace buddy with a new one. I do not know if Jack will ever let go of old buddy, he is quite attached and new buddy just isn't good enough. That tender lovin' care that Jack has graciously bestowed on buddy means he couldn't replace him. :) The picture does not do justice to all the tender care Jack has given him, but he has been fixed once already. And Jack cried when he started coming apart. It was quite traumatic for him to see buddy 'broken.' I wanted to take a picture of the two of them together so we could compare.
This is Jack running through the house with a 'shooter.' Recently he picked up this stick thing and began telling us it was a 'shooter' and running around with it. We have absolutely no idea where this came from?! Can you imagine your little girl coming up with this idea? Boys will be boys I guess, they have imaginations that only come from boys.
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