I am not sure if I have ever documented the unfailing, never ending, deeply serious love between Lila and her Grinch. She and Mr. Grinch have been joined at the hip since she crawled over to fetch him under the tree on Christmas morning. I don't get it. She has adorable bunnies, soft lambs, polka dot puppies and little dollies. But it is the Grinch she loves, the Grinch she clutches to her neck when she is tired, the Grinch she drags behind her around the house.
My favorite moment is when people take a closer look when we are Target, with a "Oh what a bright green stuffed animal you have...is that the Grinch??" And then they look at me like a terrible mother who obviously chose the scary, mean monster as her child's companion.
Lila has two Grinches (shhhhh, don't tell her), one who stays in the House and one in the car. That way, there is always a Grinch close at hand. Her second Grinch was gifted to her on her birthday by her friend Cruz who also got him for Christmas, but was more than happy to share his stuffed animal he didn't care much about with someone who would obviously adore it. Every now and then, the two Grinches end up in the same room together and you would think it is the BEST. DAY. EVER. Forget world peace, this is the moment that takes Lila breath away and all has become right with the world.
I know one day he will be tossed to the side and his reign of earth shattering importance will be over. But for now, the Grinch is where it's at. That Grinch and his bright green, fuzzy necked snugly self.