So, a new friend of mine (
Boybarian Dad, check out his stuff it ROCKS, but don't tell him I told you so) told me I should post more...and I of course yelled at him and said "More!? Don't you know how much time I have left in my day after working full-time, taking care of a couple kids, editing sessions, and posting the occasionally blogger update?"
But I am going to give it a try. It may not be photo related, it may not even be interesting but cut me some slack, I'm trying! Today I begin my almost-mid-year resolution (since I never made a New Years resolution) blogging more, sharing stories and maybe making someone laugh, or cry, today.
On with the story. So yesterday we noticed that 'lil Lindz-a-Roo was taking a liking to her "Bear Bear" (you'll meet the "Original" Mr. Bear Bear in a second). She was squeezing and biting him so hard I thought I heard him scream for help! Now I know biting doesn't sound like a sign of affection, but to a teething 5 month old it equates to the worlds biggest squeeze. And then we realized...it's starting! That obsessive attachment to a stuffed friend.
Enter Kira's Bear Bear
"Ratty" old thing ain't he!? He has been through ever cold, every fever, EVERY tear, and every good nights sleep. And boy is it written all over his poor beaten an battered little stuffed face.
Bear Bear was an impulse buy, purchased at Old Navy, of all places. He was just so cute (in his original condition) sitting there on the shelf all alone, needing a home. So we adopted him.
You can imagine our surprise when 3 years later, there appeared a fresh new Bear Bear, sitting up there by the cashier, sporting that same cute, cuddly face. His eyes telling us we NEEDED him, Lindz-a-Roo needed him!
Here is what a "brand spankin' new" Bear Bear looks like
All in tacked, nose included! Soft, fluffy and so very plush.
It won't last my friend. Let's take a look at what 4 years of unconditional "loving" can do to a Bear Bear
Weight lose, pale fur, obviously some sort of stuffed toy spinal issue with the looks of that hunch. And the face, oh the face! His poor nose was literally "loved" off!
Welcome new Mr. Bear Bear. Welcome to countless days of being carried by one little arm EVERYWHERE Lindz want to take you. Welcome to the world of being sneezed on, dropped in puddles, slept on, and tossed around like a Frisbee. Welcome Mr. Bear Bear to the best years of your life.
Now go love someone so hard it makes their nose fall off! Or just give them a big old squeeze and let them know how much you love them!
