Bears

Yesterday Jim called me from work and let me know he would be bringing home some surprises for the kids. When Jim got home he knocked on the door, and two giant bears where staring at the kids and me on when I opened it. I guess they marked these suckers WAY down at Costco so Jim snagged one for each kid-o. They LOVED this surprise.

Comments like, "Oh Daddy! This makes me so happy," and "Oh I love my giant bear," and "Thank you! Thank you!" were heard all night long.

Tralee named her bear Brownie and Hunter's Cheese Sandwich. But Tralee's bear's name is also Cheese Sandwich for short.

My mother would have NEVER. EVER. allowed something like this in the house when I was growing up. She would have said it was a waste of space and not practical enough. Don't get me wrong, my mom was/is very giving and loved to spoil us in very sensible ways, she just wasn't the biggest fan of any kind of stuffed animal in general. Therefore I always wanted something like this growing up, but never got it (I know I know. Poor spoiled me. Boohoo). Anywho, I kinda love that my kids have these giant bears. They love them. I love that they love them. And I love that my husband loves to show up with surprises like this for no other reason than knowing it will make his kids happy.

And to end this post, here they are jumping on the trampoline together:

Living with these giant stuffies will be more BEARable than my dear mother would think. Jim really is as sweet as honey for surprising his kids like this.

Hardy har har.