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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The New Obsession

Finally!  A realistic smile!

Meet: Blue Bear

One of the things about me working weekends now is that James has a lot of time alone with Rowan to fill up.  She's not always the easiest kid to just kick around the house with, unless you want to spend the day watching TV, which we don't always want her to do.  So they've been going out a lot.  She loves to shop, so they've been hitting all of James' favorite bookstores, among other places.  Blue Bear came from Indigo, I think, on one such outing.  Now that bear has become her life line.  Literally.

Rowan's never really been one of those kids who needed to have a specific toy with her.  Any toy would do, or even no toy quite often.  But ever since Daddy bought her that bear, she has to have it for bed otherwise...extreme meltdown.  We had to take her to the eye specialist with us and in fact, the bear now wears her hospital bracelet from that day.  It's a huge panic if Blue Bear is not in the crib with her at bed time too.  The other night, James came running down the stairs and we had to do a house search.  At the same time I remembered where I had last seen Blue Bear, James happened to check in the potty.  I remembered then that Blue Bear had "had to sit on the potty", even though I logically tried to explain that she was too small for the potty and would fall in, which was exactly what happened.  He took the bear upstairs and crisis was averted.  We now look for the bear before bedtime.

When it came time to name the bear, here's sort of how the conversation went:
    Daddy:  "What's your bear's name?"
    Rowan:  "Ummmm...Blue Bear!"
    Daddy:  "Why Blue Bear?"
    Rowan:  "Because she is very cute and I love her!"
Sounds reasonable to me.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Dad Notes:
I don't know what Bob's on about, Rowan is a pretty easy kid, but she does command attention. The TV is just easy sometimes (sigh). And I'm just as guilty (longer sigh).

We were actually at McNally Robinson this time. I wanted to show her the tree. And boy did I make her work for that bear! She was fetching things for me, and was generally on her best behaviour for most of that day. It was great. I love bookstores.

It's worth correcting, that contrary to the above narrative I did not come running down the stairs. I tend not to run (a fact abundantly apparent by my expanding waistline) and I certainly don't run when my child demands it. I like to think that I saunter into a room.

Rowan was very cute when I asked about the name. She didn't just jump all over the idea of naming the thing though, I had to pester her about it. It was the first toy she's ever actually named, which is probably why she's so connected to it.

She is so damn cute!