A few months ago, Abuelita (Grandma) went on a cruise to Alaska. While she was there, she bought the boys each a stuffed animal (Siberian huskies). Son #1 and Son #2 were immediately enchanted with their new, plush toys. As they held their treasures tightly, my husband and I suggested that they come up with names for their stuffed huskies. Son #1 was unsure of what to name his new toy so his Tia (Aunt) and I began to do a search of Alaskan names. We tried out several names before Son #1 finally settled on the name Chinook. Son #1 hugged and kissed Chinook affectionately. Then, he ran off to play a new game with his stuffed friend. Next, we turned our attention to Son #2. He was clutching his stuffed dog to his chest as he strolled around the living area. I caught my youngest son's eye and asked. "What's your doggie's name?" Son #2 paused for a moment and replied seriously. "Doggie."
From the moment they named their stuffed pups, our boys and their dogs were inseparable. They ate with their dogs. They slept with their dogs. They played cars with their dogs. They played trains with their dogs. Chinook and Doggie even went with us to visit Grandma and Grandpa during summer vacation.
The boys were very excited about visiting Grandma and Grandpa. They were particularly excited about staying at the beach during our visit. Upon arriving at the beach, our sons unpacked their friends and ran up the stairs to the condo. Son #1 chattered nonstop with Grandma about the ocean waves, the sand, and the supplies we brought to make sandcastles. Son #2 quietly explored the balcony with Doggie.
At first, Son #2 and Doggie peeked through the railing at the beach just yards away. Then, my youngest son investigated the wooden rocking chair behind him. He touched the chair with his hand and it rocked backward. Son #2 jumped back, startled. Slowly, he walked toward the chair and pressed it again. Instantly, the chair began to swing back and forth. Son #2 laughed and rattled off a few phrases to Doggie. Then, he sat his dog on the chair.
Son #2 rocked Doggie on the chair for several minutes until he realized that he had not explored underneath it. Quickly, he slowed the swinging chair to a stop. Then, he grabbed Doggie and crawled underneath to gain a whole new perspective. Son #2 started up a new conversation with his stuffed friend. I'm sure they discussed their surroundings and the fascinating chair. They also played peek-a-boo when their conversation had grown old.
Eventually, the sun began to set along the misty horizon. Son #1 and Son #2 gathered up their stuffed friends. They stumbled sleepily to bed and cuddled with their pups. My husband and I tucked them into bed. Then, we kissed them goodnight. As we turned to leave, Son #1 cried out. "Chinook needs a kiss, too." My husband and I laughed. "Oh no! We forgot." We bent down to kiss Chinook as well. Son #2 was not going to be left out. "Doggie needs kiss." He commanded holding out his dog before us. "Right. Right." My husband assured. We each planted a kiss on Doggie's head. Now that everyone had been kissed, we tucked our kids and their dogs into bed once again.