Mr. Fuzzles

Mr. Fuzzles, the yeti (and our future child's first toy).

So on our vacation, my husband and I did something we've never done before: buy something for our future child. We were at Whistler, and my husband thought the stuffed yetis (one of the mascots for the 2010 Olympics) were adorable.

"We can get one if you want, hon," I said to him. "It's hopeful, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "And like bribery. We haven't tried bribery yet. I'll rub it on your tummy during the two week wait and say 'hey little baby, stick around, we've got super fun toys for you...'"

So we bought the yeti, which my husband promptly named Mr. Fuzzles.

He's on the shelf in our bedroom now, all ready for the two week wait...

XO