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...

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Whistler, Day 9

Mountains on the way up to Whistler from Vancouver. Canada is so incredibly beautiful.

So we left Vancouver this morning and drove up to Whistler...what an amazing drive, water and mountains, clouds and sun, waterfalls, a bear, etc. Incredible. We went up onto the mountain in the gondolas hoping to hike up there, but there was so much snow at the top. Still, the scenery was beautiful, and we rode the peak-to-peak gondola with the glass-bottomed floor so every way you looked was just this spectacular mountain scenery. Couldn't have asked for a nicer day.

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