Love Languages

Avery's love language is stuffed animals--lovies.  He can sniff out a stuffed animal buried 5000 feet under the ocean, over 20000 miles away.  I'm not kidding.  The kid has a problem.  When he finds one in a store he just has to have, citing it's many pros, it's hard to tell him no.  It is guaranteed that if you have one in your possession, it will find its way to Avery's bed.  We hung a hammock for his many lovies, but they continue to be scattered all over the floor and in his bed.  Some nights I have no idea how there's enough room for him to be comfortable, but he makes it work.

If he shares his lovies with you, especially his beloved puppy ear, it's a pretty big deal.

Much to Avery's delight, as we've cleaned out the old house and organized our new home, we've uncovered countless stuffed animals from my childhood, and a few of Noah's old ones I had tucked away.  He is in heaven, carting them off to his bedroom to introduce them to the rest of his gang, giving them names, and placing them around his room, deciding who gets the honor of sleeping in his bed, and who is relegated to the hammock.

Last night, he very generously offered to share a stuffed animal with each of us.  Noah and Shawn declined, until I texted them both reminding them that this is his love language.  "TAKE A STUFFED ANIMAL."  Oh.  I asked Avery to choose one for me, then asked why he chose that one.  "Well, because it's ugly and kind of scary and I really don't like that one."

Oh.

So much for love languages.  Kids, man.