Beah Beah

Up until a couple weeks ago Dylan loved all stuffed creatures equally. In retrospect, that was convenient of her. More recently she has completely fixated on Bear Bear (pronounced Beah Beah because of her Boston-area upbringing). It's nice in one way, which is that tossing Bear Bear at her calms her down occasionally. In other ways, ugh, the main one being that I am constantly finding myself in the position of forcibly separating a small child from her beloved. No stuffed animals in the tub? *reaches out plaintively* BEAH BEAH! [Also, no granola in the tub? WAAAAAH!] Don't want the bear to get mixed up with dinner? BEAH BEAH! Casually drop Bear Bear on the floor four times in the grocery store resulting in his subsequent removal from your person? BEAH BEAH!

The other problem is that we are constantly having to locate Bear Bear or time stops. It seems reasonable to think that as long as we're keeping track of Dylan and Snuffy we can probably handle keeping an eye on an immobile stuffed bear, but really it's sort of a pain. Last night as (I thought) Dylan was about to drift off to sleep her eyes suddenly popped open and she whispered, beah beah. I am of course looking to purchase a second Bear Bear, but the Internet seems to be all out, at least the reasonably priced part of the Internet with websites I trust. Oh well, let me know if you see one somewhere. Here he is, Bear Bear.

On an unrelated note, pics from Street Vendor Sol, or In Which Dylan Narrowly Avoids Getting Eaten: