Mild Obsession With Toys

It all started the weekend after A's birthday. @kristencmcd and her crew met A and I for a movie date. We went to see Toy Story 3. I have to say, it was very surreal to watch this with my niece. Eleven years ago, when the first Toy Story came out, her mother was eleven. Yeah, let that simmer a bit.

A has been obsessed with anything Toy Story since the ending credits rolled. In the past ten days, she has managed to round up about as many items. I know it's probably spoiling her, but I would have loved to have had some of these items as a child.

I remember going to see The Lion King with an aunt on my dad's side when it came out. After the movie was over, I remember going with them to the store and seeing something with Simba on it and wishing so much I could have it.

So this is why I do it. I want her to feel that happiness I wish I could have felt, whether it's playing with her talking Jessie doll that drives me fucking crazy from the YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAWWWS, playing Toy Story Trouble, or eating and drinking Toy Story food.



I just realized I forgot she also has Toy Story bath bubbles.

The only downside to this happiness is wondering how long it will be before I get to experience this with our child. Infertility stings even during the most happiest of moments.