"Poppy" goes the weasel

Take a good look at my dainty little girl's new toy. (Ellie herself added the train to the scene) This is a weasel ball...or commonly referred to in my house now as "my weeeeeeeedel!" Poppy came to town yesterday and after a stop at the Cracker Barrel for breakfast, we came home with full tummies and a much-needed weasel. Ellie was taken with them as we waited for our table...what little girl wouldn't be? So Poppy had to get her one (they are $7.99!) along with a bag of candy. Not that he would spoil her or anything, but he is totally wrapped around her cute little finger. And he knows it. We have had a good laugh watching her with it though. She is more interested in how it works and taking the ball apart to remove and replace the battery time and time again. "OPEEE Poppy!" quickly followed by "CWOSE it Poppy!" And he did. Weasel got quite a workout his first day home . He got to run around in the kitchen, inside a box, and out in the backyard...the only thing he couldn't do was climb our tree. Ellie was disappointed, but she forgave him. She just slung him over her shoulder and toted him back into the house where he roamed freely until one of us could catch him and turn him off.

Ellie has a good time with her Poppy and the feeling is entirely mutual. Although, on the way to the airport yesterday she did offer to throw him over to go get a "ha-burger". (She can be fickle.) But, they spent their time playing blocks, making music with her harmonicas, taking a walk, and just being silly together.

I think they are both very lucky.