"Toys don't last forever" is a saying that we use around here when beloved toys inevitably get broken. There is one toy in our family, however, that might just prove that saying wrong. "Legs" has been with our family since the very beginning, coming to us from a friend who lived on base with us at Camp Pendleton just before Travis was born. When our babies are able to look at things in their carseat, we hang Legs from the handle. When our babies begin to play on a blanket on the floor, they play with Legs. When our babies start chewing on toys, they squeak one of Legs' red heart squeakers. He's been loved and adored by six babies (and two parents). Legs is a part of our family.

We love Legs joy....