Teddy B, a brown and white teddy bear with button eyes. My best friend until Orvie came along a little later--a yellow stuffed dog.
A small dark brown stuffed bear named Teddy. He was the old fashioned standing bear, I hugged him so much his neck wore thin and tore a bit and my mom performed "surgery" with recovery time later :).
Pony, it was a little black stuffed horse with a white blaze. That said, it was my security blanket that I always had to have -- it was a crib-sized quilt made out of old denim that my step-grandmother made while my mom was pregnant with me, she'd hand-painted baby animals on the squares. I still have that blanket, though it's so worn out now that I don't dare give it to my daughter.My son must be a heck of a lot more creative than me -- his favorite toy is a teddy bear named Woody Lotso Bear.
A big peach-colored teddy bear that I named Paul. He was too big for me back then so it sat at the corner of my bed day and night. When I was big enough to carry it, I shared it with my playmates at day time and sleep with it at night.
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