I have a confession to make:
My name is Danielle and I am addicted to stuffed animals - especially Build-A-Bear animals because I get to help "make" them.
We were in Springfield this past week and on our last day in town I was trying to find a cool place to get out of the hot sun and waste some time before we went to pick up daddy to head home.
I found a mall. The original plan was just to go in and walk around. However, on our way inside I spied two girls walking out holding Build-A-Bear boxes in their hands. My heart leapt and I thought, "hey, I have a little girl...that means I have an excuse to go in there." So in we went.
At first I thought...this is so silly. Claire can't tell me which bear she wants to make. I am basically doing this for selfish gain, but then we started looking at the choices and Claire had a very distinct way of telling me exactly what she wanted.
We started at one end of the bins containing the un-stuffed animals. I held up each of Claire's options. If Claire liked it she reached for it and hugged on it. If she didn't like it she shook her head "no" and waved her hand at it saying "uh uh."
We finally narrowed the choices down to a monkey or a fuzzy puppy. She decided on the puppy ("Woof Woof" as Claire calls it). It took some convincing but she finally handed "Woof Woof" over to the lady for stuffing and we picked out a heart to put inside.
I was even going to let her pick out a shirt for her new puppy, but she didn't like any of the choices I gave her and declined all of them. So puppy is shirtless, but very loved. Claire loved her "Woof Woof" all the way home.
I think we all know why I headed in to Build-A-Bear (for myself), but it ended up being a very fun mother-daughter experience. "Woof Woof" is upstairs asleep with Claire, but if I think about it I will post a pic of him tomorrow.
Here he is:
My name is Danielle and I am addicted to stuffed animals - especially Build-A-Bear animals because I get to help "make" them.
We were in Springfield this past week and on our last day in town I was trying to find a cool place to get out of the hot sun and waste some time before we went to pick up daddy to head home.
I found a mall. The original plan was just to go in and walk around. However, on our way inside I spied two girls walking out holding Build-A-Bear boxes in their hands. My heart leapt and I thought, "hey, I have a little girl...that means I have an excuse to go in there." So in we went.
At first I thought...this is so silly. Claire can't tell me which bear she wants to make. I am basically doing this for selfish gain, but then we started looking at the choices and Claire had a very distinct way of telling me exactly what she wanted.
We started at one end of the bins containing the un-stuffed animals. I held up each of Claire's options. If Claire liked it she reached for it and hugged on it. If she didn't like it she shook her head "no" and waved her hand at it saying "uh uh."
We finally narrowed the choices down to a monkey or a fuzzy puppy. She decided on the puppy ("Woof Woof" as Claire calls it). It took some convincing but she finally handed "Woof Woof" over to the lady for stuffing and we picked out a heart to put inside.
I was even going to let her pick out a shirt for her new puppy, but she didn't like any of the choices I gave her and declined all of them. So puppy is shirtless, but very loved. Claire loved her "Woof Woof" all the way home.
I think we all know why I headed in to Build-A-Bear (for myself), but it ended up being a very fun mother-daughter experience. "Woof Woof" is upstairs asleep with Claire, but if I think about it I will post a pic of him tomorrow.
Here he is:
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