It’s funny what 6 boxes of old things can do to ya.
Tuesday night the man stopped by his parents to pick up a few things. Along with what he was supposed to bring home he also went up to the attic and grabbed the boxes that we stuffed up 5 years ago while we were waiting to move into our house.
At the time it was just a bunch of stuff that took up way too much space.
To anyone else that would have stood there in my living room Tuesday night it would have looked like a Mac truck just dumped 6 huge boxes of trash on my living room floor. But to a very happy 3 year old it was an early Christmas and for 2 parents, it was a journey down memory lane.
First, the man emptied 3 boxes of stuffed animals.
We sat there looking at it all, we remembered and we laughed at the stories they held.
We found all the Pokémon animals that the teenager had collected and carried around for years…Pikachu, Charizard, Bulbasaur, Mew, and many many more.
We also found “the big dog.” Ha-ha!!

The big dog is a HUGE stuffed animal that we won; well we cheated and won at Bush Gardens. I was so happy to bring something home for the teenager. She hated it and was completely petrified of it. So of course what else would 2 teenage parents do but torture the poor child with it? ! Some days we would just have it sitting next to us on the couch when she walked into the room and other times we would throw it down the stairs as she sat peacefully watching TV. She would then scream bloody murder and run away petrified.
Bad, bad parents we were back then…but believe it or not, she did turn out ok.
Near the end of the pile we found Bubba…talking Bubba to be exact.

The Teenager wanted this talking stuffed animal for Christmas when she was little. (Come to think of it, se was the same age back then that the lil princess is now.) Bubba came in different versions. The version that the Teenager wanted was Bedtime Bubba because Bedtime Bubba came with a flash light. Of course she wanted it for Christmas and of course back in 1997/1998 it was the “hot” Christmas toy making it virtually impossible for me to find.
Anyone who knows me knows I’m not a big shopper, in fact I hate shopping!! So I was not going to be one of those who stood in a line to get the toy everyone wanted. Oh no, not me!! I’m way to smart to do something like that!! (Or so I thought)
Instead I went and bought The Original Talking Bubba, bought a flashlight that looked JUST like Bedtime Bubbas flashlight, and shoved it in the box. I was so tickled with myself, she got her Bedtime Bubba and I was the good Mommy that got her the one toy that she wanted so badly for Christmas.
Christmas morning arrived, the man and I watched as she opened her presents with the last one being her special Bedtime Bubba. She squealed, she clapped, and she starred….her eyebrows began to turn into a frown.
“Dis not Bedtime Bubba!!!’ she screamed throwing her bear down.
I can honestly hear it and see the whole scene playing out in my head just like it was Christmas day all over.
Mommy didn’t fool her.
She played with that Bubba for a little bit but he quickly was tossed aside into what became the unwanted, unused ever growing box or 3 boxes of stuffed animals.
Ahh, the memories and this was just the 1st three boxes…more to come.
