Glowie

I was cleaning off the top of the china cabinet when I found it, the last vestige of Glowie.  She is a mass produced singing seahorse, but Peyton grew attached to her.  Jake and I bought at least three, and grandparents bought some too.  For the first 2 1/2 years of his life, Glowie was Peyton's best friend.  He liked his pacies too.  Anyway, when we would put him to bed, he'd have Glowie and paci; they were necessities.  Jake and I spent countless hours searching for her when she'd go missing.  If Peyton didn't think of her, we'd speak in code of her whereabouts (have you seen the G-L-O?) 

When Peyton moved to a big boy bed, Glowie started being a chew toy.  I washed her 'body' many times.  But eventually, Glowie started to lose her grip on Peyton.  We were very happy, as she took three double A batteries nearly every week.  She is completely our of his life now, like the paci, only a memory.

Fondest Memory: When we brought TJ home from the hospital, Peyton gave TJ the Glowie.  awwwwwwwwwwwwww