When I was still pregnant with Simon, a friend of mine made an adorable, pillowy stuffed owl as a gift for him. From the time when we felt Simon was old enough to have “friends” in his crib with him, this was the only thing besides his beloved bunny that we allowed in bed with him at night.
His name is “The Hoot”, or “Mr. Hoot”. Simon sometimes just calles him “A Hoot”.
Well, the poor Hoot was among the casualties of Simon’s recent bout with stomach flu, and had to be washed quite thoroughly. When he came out of the laundry, we saw that he had sustained some injuries during the cleaning process. Part of the Mumma job description, at least around here, is to tend to the wounded and fallen stuffies. (Jeramy takes on all the wooden/plastic/mechanical variety of toy repair.)
Since the Hoot is covered in polka dots, I decided to cut out some circles of felt in varying sizes, and stitch around them to attach as patches. He required two on the top seam, and one on the bottom.