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Meet George

I've been sleeping with a monkey since I was two years old. His name is George and he has been through everything with me. He is covered in snot and tears and I can still pick out the stitches my pre-school babysitter used to sew him up when I was five. My grandmother restuffed him so he could sit on the front pew of my wedding. He shared the bed with my husband and me until my son was born. But I've recently had to retire him to the shelf. He's so very tender and sensitive, it doesn't take much to hurt him these days.

Santa shopped on eBay for my son's first Christmas and was able to find an exact same George as the one I received when I was two. He was purchased from an old estate sale in up-state New York and was found in the attic of an old woman's home. He probably belonged to one of her children at one time. He is in pristine condition and he now hangs out with the original George in my son's room.

Just another fun thing you can do on eBay. Do you have a childhood toy that you remember or even still have? Think about telling Santa to bring it to your little one. It really brings back memories and makes a special gift.


  1. Fuzzy Wuzzy was the best darn Gund polar bear and he went EVERYWHERE with me.

  2. What a great idea! I love that you bought a George for your son!

  3. Ahhhhhh!!!! I looooove Curious George. I love love love him! If I have a boy, his room will be all things Curious George. I loved all of his books. I had several stuffed Georges :) Absolutely precious :)

  4. Oh how I love this tender and sweet post. I have so many fave things from childhood. One is a brown bear with bright red buttons for eyes. I think I got it second hand and my grandmother sewed those buttons on. We have always called it The Teddy Bear with No Eyes. (sounds a little creepy now).

  5. How sweet! What a great idea

    My friend found her beloved bear on ebay so now she will have one to giver her child

  6. I have/had a blankie and a small teddybear ball (named Toby) that my parents put in my incubator when I was born 3 months premature. My mom won't even let me have it until I have a permanent home.


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