Animals – real and stuffed – did not go unscathed

I want to give you all an update on the Fiesta de Insanity at the Bright Compound this past weekend.  I realize I set you all up for tales of mayhem with the impending sleepover and such, and then I didn’t tell you anything yesterday.

I was remiss and I apologize.

The sleepover went remarkably well.  All the children got along and they even helped pick up the toys scattered all over the house.  I’m telling you,

This is in no way dignified

 between the five of them, they played with every single toy my children have ever had.

This was the most eventful thing that happened honestly and, since it happened to the cat, none of us were very concerned. You can see here that he was completely demoralized. At least the girls only shoved him in a doll highchair and didn’t try to make him wear doll clothes.  That’s something. 

Look how sweet he is

Another note – I thought I’d share with you all the most pathetic teddy bear in existence today.  If that damn dog of mine can’t get control of himself, this poor bear won’t be in existence for very much longer.

This is Super Duper Snuggle Bear or, more affectionately referred to as, Snuggie. This is really the only stuffed animal that Roscoe absolutely can not leave alone.  I always try to remember to put Snuggie on the top bunk when he’s not actively being cuddled so Roscoe can’t get to him.

As you can see, Snuggie has no ears and no tail.  His entire left side has been

ear-less

 stitched back together more times than I can remember.  Last week he went to Dr. Grandma’s house for more stuffing because he was darn near flat.

This evening, I had to put him back together again and it’s getting harder and harder to do. The Bandit is remarkably stoic about the bear and his life

No tail either. Poor Snuggie

threatening injuries.  Each time he brings him to me with no tears, simply hands him to me, and I put him back together.

But have no doubt, dear readers, this bear is the One.  Bandit sleeps with Snuggie every night since he was six months old. When the day comes, and I dread this day, that The Bandit thinks he’s too grown up for the teddy bear, Snuggie will retire with me, to my room. I can’t even stomach the thought of losing Snuggie forever.