Jake's new Best Friend

So, a few weeks ago, I notice Jake looking at one of Nicole's dolls. I'm not sure if he was trying to figure out what it was, or why it didn't move, or what. But I wouldn't let him have any of them because of the hair. That doll hair would be a snap for him to pull out and get wrapped tight around his fist. Of course, he did not appreciate my concern for his safety, and proceeded to scream.

A few days later, I'm trying to clean up the playroom, and I noticed a pair of Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls that Nicole got for Christmas one year. She never really had any interest, and after close inspection, I realized these would be great for Jake to have. The yarn hair could probably get yanked out, but still, somehow it seemed safer. And there were no buttons or snaps or glitter or anything that seemed dangerous about the outfits.

I showed Andy to Jake. Jake squeeled. Andy is Jake's new best friend. The first time I ever saw Jake tear out across a room (as much as one can possibly tear out doing an army crawl, anyway), it was to go after Andy. Poor little pudge ball was exhausted when he finally got to Andy, but he sure was happy.

These days, Andy sits in Jake's bed, and waits for Jake to wake up in the morning. This morning, Jake sat up there and talked to Andy for at least 30 minutes before he decided he wanted out of the crib. I like Andy. I think I'm going to find him very helpful. :-)