My diary...

A diary of lessons learned from a one year old...

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Its official..boo-bear (the original) is gone for good ;(

Yes, it happened. Greyson's boo-bear (aka: blankie) is now in blankie heaven. Somewhere amidst the many dingy, ripped but loved bears, there he is, floating upon the soft puffy clouds...Or, in some dumpster put there by an oblivious Ingels Supermarket employee who found it (evidently, not a parent) and thought, Ehheww, gross!

By the third aisle of the supermarket, I became keenly aware that boo-bear was no longer attached to Greyson.  I quickly retraced our steps... over and over to no avail.  I was literally getting sick to my stomach after running down every grocery aisle, asking each department from the bakery to the meat section.  Finally, after frantically harassing every shopper with the description of boo-bear, and speaking to the office staff twice, I gave up. Well, not exactly.  I returned again in the evening to harass the next shift employees (just in case proper report was not given) and then called 2 more times that evening, but nothing...

And yes, it happened again, my son dealt with it superbly.  He has been taking the "poser" boo-bear at nap-time and bedtime now for 4 consecutive days without a hitch!
Me, on the other hand, I am still mourning it's loss and fighting the daily urge to call Ingels even though they clearly said "Ma'am, we'll call you!" You think calling 5 times in one day inquiring about a stuffed bear was excessive???

Anyway, as I put him to sleep tonight, I realized he didn't seem to have the same passion or the same Je ne sais quoi while holding THIS bear.  He no longer deeply smells THIS bear.  Nonetheless, he graciously accepted the poser bear each and every time knowing it wasn't the one.   His adaptability and flexibility amazes me!

2 comments:

  1. When my oldest (now 9) finally glommed onto a particular lovie, I hightailed myself to Walmart to get a backup. And thank God I did; that thing covered my butt for a couple of years until he caught on around age 3. Thankfully Puppy never truly disappeared, just "went on a trip," and was always found. Puppy is STILL an active part of A's life, and God help us all if he's ever on a permanent trip.

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  2. That's great! Now I need to get me a back-up for my back-up just in case...Thanks for your commenting!!

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