This move has put a lot of “crap” in to perspective for me. As I sit here and contemplate the packing, I can see a whole heap of shit that I just don’t use, want, need, or have space for.

Among those item’s are soft and cuddly stuffed animal toys that belong to Jaxon. I am seriously going to need a spare room JUST to store those, now that I can see that they’re strewn all through the house.

I’m not sure what it is but every single person we know has bought Jaxon a soft toy. A teddy here, a lion there, a bear there. Perhaps everyone give’s those out in the hope that "their teddy” will become THE Teddy. The master card of Teddy’s, wouldn’t leave home with out it.

Long before Jaxon was born, while I was pregnant, my friend Tasha gave us a cute little duck that sings “singing in the rain” (or at least, it did) I’ve known Tasha for 27 years. We met in kindergarten. She is my best friend, regardless of how often I see or talk to her. So the fact that Jaxon has chosen her duck to be his best friend is NO surprise to me.  

The duckie goes EVERYWHERE with Jaxon.  But I can tell you that if you filled a ball pit with teddy’s and toys and hid the duck deep within it’s furry depths, Jaxon would throw them, walk on them and ignore them until he found his beloved friend. And then….he would be content and he would walk off in to the sunset, duckie in hand, never to look at or consider those other teddy’s ever again (much like he does to them right now)

I’m here to say, if you don’t mind, that Jaxon and I are well and truly teddied out.