Someone is obsessed with stuffed panda bears. Can you guess who?

(from left to right...)

Panda #1 is a very very old panda and is the one who caused the whole panda madness. According to Matthew, his father brought (sent?) this panda to him from Canada to Poland, and then Matthew brought it back to Canada when he came here. It's a very well travelled panda and is close to 20 years old.

Panda #2 was bought to replace Panda #1. Panda #1 is very old and stinky and been through the washer/dryer about a 100 times too many. Except the plan did not work, and Natasha was still determined to play with Panda #1. Panda #2 then became her "bedtime Panda" and she sleeps with it every day.

Panda #3 was purchased to aide Panda #2. Since Panda #2 was a "bedtime Panda", we did not want it getting dirty when Natasha took it outside. So Panda #3 became the "outside Panda".

Panda #4 was purchased when Panda #3 went MIA. Or so we thought. We searched the entire apartment for it and even asked my parents to search theirs. Panda #3 was nowhere in sight. So an identical twin was purchased. But what do ya know... as soon as #4 was home, #3 came out of hiding. *sigh*

Pandas #5 and #6 are Asian Pandas. Today at the mall, we went into an Asian home decor store and for some reason, they had a huge stand of -- can you take a guess?? -- yes, Pandas. Of course the missy was all over them. They were dressed up Pandas, or Pandas with leaves in their mouth. Natasha couldn't pick and kept touching them all. They were 2 for $25. So I picked 2 new Pandas for her and she was happy as ever.

We now have 6 stuffed Panda bears................................

It's been two weeks now since Natasha transitioned into her toddler bed, and she's been doing awesome! *knock on wood* - no problems whatsoever. Last night Matthew and I were laughing because about 10 minutes after we put her to bed, we heard her musical tree-house playing songs, stuff moving around the room, etc. At first I thought to go in there and kick her into bed, but Matthew told me to let her be, so I did. In another 10 minutes it grew quiet. I waited a bit and then opened the door to check up on her - she was in bed, fast asleep! What a good girl... I really think she loves her new independence and not having to be confined behind bars all the time. Our little girl is growing up!