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Barney

Day 310, 2012 I must admit that I don’t get quite as excited about Christmas as I did when my daughters were little.

I was the mom that paid black market prices for the Furby the first year they came out. Yup, I paid $150 a piece for two of them. I was probably more excited to give them than the girls were to get them. I searched high and low to get my oldest daughter a Cabbage Patch kid the year they appeared, and yeppers, I found one. And then, the year that Teddy Ruxpin made his debut. I wasn’t going to stop until that prize was waiting under the tree on Christmas morn.

I miss those days. Now, it’s all about bully stix and squeaky toys, always in plentiful supply, walks around the block and dinner—served on time.