Frog the Longhorn

I'm not real sure where to start... I feel kind of silly blogging about my stuffed longhorn! But, that's what I do... blog about silly things. So, here goes.

Before Clark and I got married, he bought me this cute little stuffed longhorn. And, since I was still a semi longhorn hater, I decided to name the longhorn Frog. This longhorn quickly became a part of the family... even sleeping in our bed and going on trips with us.

A few months later we realized the family wasn't complete... so we adopted a little frog and named her Beva.

Both Beva and Frog went with us to Paris last year:


Ok, but why did I decide to blog about Frog and Beva... well, it seems that Frog has a new purpose. I don't think Frog is mine anymore. Our little man thinks Frog is his!


You see, Frog is just Walker's size. The horns fit perfectly in his mouth and Frog is just the right size for snuggling.

So, Frog is coming to terms with his new role in family. He's even okay with the new sleeping arraignment.


Now the real problem... what if we see a longhorn on the farm in Lufkin and Walker yells out "Frog!".