We just got back from an impromptu trip to the mall. Not our usual outing, but a nice break in all this heat. As we wandered back to the exit after doing the rounds, we saw there was a Disney store. I should preface this by saying that Harry is OBSESSED with Toy Story. We showed him the first movie a few weeks ago and it's been a daily feature ever since. He quotes the dialogue, laughs in all the right spots and can sing the "Buzz & Woody Song" (You've Got a Friend in Me).
Since the third Toy Story movie just came out last month, you can guess what the Disney store had prominently displayed. I thought Harry's head would explode. If he could have filled a shopping cart, he would have. We looked around a bit, putting things back on the shelf that he took down, and decided to let him pick out one thing for his birthday (next week), with the money from his CA grandparents. He pulled down both Buzz and Woody dolls. When I asked him which one, Buzz or Woody, he said, "Buzz and Woody!" It went like that for a few minutes before he finally settled on Woody. We brought him home and Harry gathered up all his "guys" (Potato Head, Slinky Dog, Piggy Bank) and got down to business.
Hubby and I talked on the way home about how we both remembered picking out our third birthday gifts. Mine was a Fozzie Bear doll and his was a Fisher Price truck. We realized that Harry, being of elephantine memory, would likely remember picking out his Sheriff Woody doll. It's amazing how much he's changed, not only in the last three years, but in the last few months. He's such a real boy. So big, but still so little. Starting school on Monday, but still wanting someone to snuggle him to sleep. It's so much fun to watch him turn more and more into himself. Happy (early) birthday, Pumpkin Bear!