I got my first Pooh Bear doll when I was 7 years old. It was one of the first gifts dad ever gave me. I remember quite clearly him waking my sister and I out of a dead sleep one night just to give them to us. At first we were quite scared and thought we were in trouble, what a relief to be handed my Pooh Bear! If you look closely in the right hand corner of my picture you can see that same Pooh doll that is now over 20 years old!
My son and Tigger have their similarities. While Joel, like his mommy, is actually a Pooh fan, he reminds me of Tigger. Both of them have non-stop energy that most people would just kill for a smige of!!!!!!!! Joel has his moments where he is like Eeyore, but most of the time life is one great big adventure and he is constantly smiling and rearing to go. He, also, "bounces" on unsuspecting company from out of nowhere. I imagine my nephew, Joel's constant playmate, can probably understand how Pooh feels at times when he is at the bottom of a "joel" heap!
