Ode To Flo

Flo, Dear Flo, such an ugly toy.
Yet somehow you manage to fill me with joy.
I was planning on leaving you in the Thrift store
When my mother convinced me, "What's 50 Cents more?"

So I brought you home without much hope,
But you sure help my baby on car rides to cope.
With a squeeze of your belly, you sing a sweet song,
You simply work magic when the evening runs long.

When Avery starts crying, you're always right here,
I press you and quickly the tears disappear.
I love you, it's true, with you're weird glowing head
Now I'll end this lame poem, and head off to bed.





okay, sorry, I read a few Dr. Seuss books today and it got me in the mood for a cheesy poem. Anyway, I really do love this ugly toy. It's just the little glow-worm guy, but we named her Flo. It was going to be Roz like the lady from Monster's Inc, but Flo just stuck. It makes me laugh when I think how she became part of the family. We were browsing the toys in our favorite thrift store and she was in a bag with some random baby doll for 75 cents total! We put her back a couple times and then finally I was talked into it. (you'd think I'd just buy it for less than a buck, but I'm trying to keep the junk out of my house.) I assumed it would go in the Goodwill pile and get recycled back to the thrift store. A run through the wash with some oxi-clean and wall-ah! New toy! Anyway, there are two things Avery HATES doing! Getting dressed after bath time, and riding in the car in the dark. Flo has cured the tears from both activities! It's hard to get a good picture in the dark, but I was riding in the back with her to keep her awake so I snapped some shots. Can you see her red eyes from crying that just stopped? And two minutes later, she's happily holding Flo's hand while it sings sweet little songs. I don't know why it works so well, but truly, I am forever in love with my little glow worm.