We Have A Moose!

No, seriously, we have a moose.

Come on now, I'm not talking about Gabz, yes, she's a chunky butt, but my little-but-taller-much-taller-than-me- sister, Amanda, already garnered the nick-name "moose" when she was a baby. Although, she's anything but a moose nowdays.

Ok, so where was I? Oh yeah the moose.

See...I told you we had a moose.





Actually, Gaby has a moose. And I gotta tell ya, it's her new best bud.

There is a story behind the moose. For the longest time, Daddy has been wanting to get his little diva one of those ginormous stuffed teddy bears. But not just any stuffed teddy bear will do. It has to be really soft, and I mean really soft and furry in order for Daddy to deem it worthy. There was one that came close back when Gareth was working in Manhattan, but I'd really have enjoyed watching him lug a 5' huge teddy bear all the way home on the train with him after work. Ha ha ha!

So, we were at the mall the other night looking for soccer (um...errrrrr, I mean FOOTBALL) shorts for Gareth, (he's got this management, team-building thing coming up in Vermont this coming weekend and they're all going to be playing soccer, I mean football) and all of a sudden Gareth stops and says; "Stop! Lookit that! Lets go in!!!!" And I'll admit, originally I didn't see what he was pointing too, even as big as it was, no, what I saw was all the great lighthouse knick-knacks and Maine-kitsch this place had. It was fantastic!!! All sorts of stuff to outfit your cabin, camp or beach house. Oh yeah, had my name written all over it.

Anyhow, there, sitting in the middle of the store was this humongoid moose in a rocking chair and Gareth wasted no time going over to it and petting it and had this big goofy grin on his face.

So, needless to say, the moose went home with us that night. And I have to say, the drive home was folly for all the other drivers on the road that night who had the occasion to be stopped next to us at a red-light. The boot of the car was filled with other stuff (including the urban-assualt stroller) - hey I told you that store had my name written all over it, did you think a moose was the only thing we'd come away with? Ha! You don't know me very well then!

So, being that Daddy was sitting in back with Gabz, the moose had no where else to go but in the passenger seat next to me. Good Lord!!! The looks I got from people in cars stopped next to us. Big ole antlers hanging over the headrest....huge moose all kicked back in the front seat. Very entertaining I'm sure.

Gaby loves "Monty" so that's all that really matters. Still though, no more moose calling shotgun in any car I'm driving, from now on! I don't care how soft and fuzzy it is!