Charlie is becoming quite fond of his stuffed menagerie. His usual signs of affection include dumping them all out of their basket and rolling in the softness, and throwing them into his crib thus insuring that they will be there come nap/night time.
Sometimes though he just climbs right in, wiggles down, and joins them in their basket zoo.
He loves it when I pull him around in the basket really fast. I always wear out before he does. Go figure.
Some days I really wish there was a big basket full of fluffy stuffed animals somewhere that I could sink into.