For lack of a better word: Oogies.
Documenting the birth of my wonderful new chums. I really wanted to make one for when Meg got out of her surgery. So I decided to make a few test-runs and give her the final one. Got the idea from a bunch chums in high school, never did make one though, and then saw the original Oogie on Andrew’s blog and figured; hey. might as well make one now.
Meet Igor. First Oogie I made.
And then Oogs number two. Don’t have a name for this fella yet.
Update: His name is Mungo! MONGOOOOOO EAT COOKIES!
The final oogie I made was for meg. All the oogie’s were test runs for this little guy (i didn’t really get any pictures of him, but you can kind of see him in her arms). All of the oogies all had scars on their left hand side of the belly buttons just like meg’s scar too!!! Anyways. That’s it for now. 
oogie oogie bo-boogie bananna anna bo-boogie, fee fi fo-foogy, oogie… he looks like he smells nice. i want to smell him.