toys – Living, Loving, Laughing….

While we are waiting for baby, I thought I would share with you the current nursery room occupants. They are quite the helpers keeping all the places comfy cozy for Baby Averey’s arrival.

It is doubtful they are completely innocent as I am pretty sure I heard the Baby Einstein fish aquarium playing one quiet afternoon. The bubbles and piano notes are hard to miss.

Of course, when I enter the room, not a peep from these players.

Pappa Bernstein is a little stinky…

Apparently Mr. Texas Longhorn is in charge of the diapers. Hook em”!

Goldilocks.

This bed is juuuuust right. Zzzzz.

Tales from the Crib.

They have not only taken up residency in the nursery, but in the pack and play as well.

Awe.

Apparently, the love child of Barney and the Easter Bunny.

It is not gonna be pretty when the nursey occupants get kicked to the curb!

I hate to tell them their cushy days are numbered, so I guess until then, we will let them live like the babies they want to be.

And I am sure Baby Averey won’t mind sharing when she gets here.

Isn’t it fun?

***No stuffed animals were harmed or put in time out for the making of this post. The dolls and toys may have been placed purposely by two excited young aunties, ages 7 & 9. I believe they were “practicing”.

Oh, he wasn’t always a cross dresser. Once, he lived a normal life in a cellophane package on the grounds of Graceland. Until one day, purchased and bagged, he ended up here – Magnet Fridge City. Land of the collectible seductive metal, instead of gracing Graceland, he graced the icebox.

It’s not really his fault. Wardrobe on the box is limited. Just ask his friend, Blue Suede M&M.

“That’s Alright”

When Elvis met Marilyn, he not only stole her heart, he stole her pants.

And can you blame the guy? She had a rockin’ attire. Wasn’t it obvious she came from Vegas the city of glitz? Always cool. Dressed in her finest gown. Crooning and laughing her throaty laugh. She didn’t mind.

They all wanted to be like her. Even the dog lived the sweet life.

“Hound Dog”

Their biggest fear? To be left behind. Forgotten. Unused. Undressed.
What if no one changed their bra, their pants, their shoes, their crown? What if they ended up [gasp!] naked?
Or worse , on the side of a filing cabinet. It wasn’t an easy life, but it was their life. Being together – the most important thing.

But all good things must come to an end. The day came when their clothes were scraped off. One by one, from head to toe, they peeled forward. Handled delicately they were placed unattached in a cardboard box. Clothes tossed in a pile like dirty laundry.

“All shook up”

The horror! They were moving. Where would they end up? Who would be in what dress? The uncertainty struck fear deep in their magnet core.

As the box lid slides to a close. Marilyn beams her bedroom eyes, and Elvis grins his star-lit smile. Someday soon, they will rise again to great glory of cold food storage, and great inter-changeable fashion.

Coming soon to a fridge near you (uh-Jason).