Bears

My child has a thing for bears. I'm not just talking about "Bear"...I mean ALL bears. He really and truly has a soft spot in his heart for bears. I love that so much.

I was totally into bears when I was little...and until I was pretty big. Ha! I actually still have a big bag full of all my bears in the garage. I never really played with dolls, but I loved to line up all my bears and teach school! They were much easier students than most I've had. What a let-down. ;)

Jacks takes great care of all the bears in our house. He feels sorry for the bear in the Cheerio book who is missing her buttons on her pajamas. He says "Awwww" and makes a really concerned face when I ask him to show me the bear who's missing her buttons. It's heartbreaking, y'all. He feeds his bears the crumbs from my trash piles when I am sweeping. He gives his bears sips of whatever he's drinking. He makes sure his #1 "Bear" is never too far out of sight. As soon as he can't spot him, he hollers out in a very accusing tone, "Bear!" Sometimes I'm scared for the poor little bear...he is always getting into trouble!

Since my little guy has such a strong love for bears, I thought he'd get a kick out of this big pink one Kyle gave me about a thousand years ago. I was right. He of course said, "MY BEAR!!!" and proceeded to put the big pink bear on the fireplace and crawl right up next to him.

And then the photo shoot ensued...Kyle was shaking his head the whole time.


Pure joy, people. Pure joy.

Jacks and his bears. There are three in this pic.


And then he carried that bear around all day.
It was challenging at times, but he persevered.