Meet Mr. Raccoon

I don't know if I told you, but I have a lot of babies. Mr. Raccoon here is the newest (and my new favorite) addition to my basket of stuffed babies. I keep my favorite babies with my all the time: I carry them room-to-room, I take them to my bed, I sit with them on the couch, and I spoon them or lay my head on them when I sleep. My mom always wakes up to at least one baby (usually two or three) under the covers on her (although we all know that it is really my) side of the bed. I guess I can't be too mad at her though; she started to sew up my babies when they get boo-boos instead of throwing them away. And she keeps reinforcements in the closet in case disaster strikes. What a great mom!

Miss Laila: Princess of the Couch

Belated Merry Christmas

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FINALLY! My Christmas Post. I know, I know . . . . I'm about two months behind two months late. But you know what they say: better late than never!

Anyway, let me start from the beginning and tell you the whole story.
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It was the night before Christmas and all through our home,
not a creature was stirring, not even my bone.

I dreamed of fun chewies and cookies to eat,
A new ball, a bunny, or new window seat!

The first box to open in the morning was mine,
OMG, sooo excited I can't finish the rhyme!
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I scratched open the box (my mom and dad helped), and found three of the most amazingly fun toys ever ever ever EVER!!! It's kind of funny, though. I could have sworn that I smelled something that smells JUST like my toys hiding in the cabinets. Probably just Santa trying to throw me off the scent.


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I got a Kong frisbee just like my friend Wrigby has! I'm always stealing his at the park, so I guess Santa knew that I really really wanted one!

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I also got a Chuck-It Flying Squirrel! I love these things sooo much, but I don't know... I think I love my new frisbee the best. Mom, can you please stop taking pictures so that I can play with my frisbee?

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Ok, now THIS is cruel. Yes, Mom, I love my skineez squirrel, but can I please please please have my frisbee back?????

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Oh, thank goodness. I love all my toys, but you know what? This frisbee is the coolest of the cool!

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I'm going to the park to try this thing out! Who's coming with me?!?!?!

Long time no see!

Sorry I haven't posted in awhile. My mom hasn't been feeling well with migraines, and when she is feeling well, she has been working really hard editing for her journal and playing with me. I will say that my mom gives great snuggles when she isn't feeling well--all. day. long! Except for the occassional slipper chewing, toilet paper shreading, and cookie stealing incidents, I've been trying to be very good. Even though my mom hasn't been feeling well, she's been treating me like a princess. I have, let me count: one, two, three, four . . . oh, wait there is another one! FIVE chewies in my mom's office. I also have a fluffy bed in the corner, a new bunny (the other one bit the dust), and a skinneze raccoon to play with. The rest of my multitude of toys are strewn throughout the rest of the house. I'd tell you how happy I am really loudly, but my rooing breaks my mom's head. Lots of quiet kisses, Laila

P.S. I'll post some pictures and some of my belated stories later. I'm so bad that I haven't even posted my Christmas stories!