I'm thinking it'd behoove me to find another one of these little guys:
Bean has developed QUITE an attachment to this bear, whom she has named Teddy. (I know, refreshingly orginal, isn't it?) He goes everywhere she goes, and I wouldn't have it any other way, I tell you, because the child is ETHEREALLY CUTE carting that bear around by one arm or leg, or my favorite, in a chokehold around his neck, plus, you see, I grew up with a major attachment to a plush baby seal named Nicholas (whom I still own, to this day, oh yes I do) so I can fully relate and empathize with Bean's attachment, to the point that I even foster it.
Lemme come clean with you here, people and tell you that Mama can't gaze on even the COVER of The Velveteen Rabbit without losing about 2 lbs. of water weight out her tear ducts and developing a lump in her throat that'd dwarf even an econo-size jar of Helman's®. Also, I (probably errantly, but it's no use trying to correct me because as I have mentioned to you before I suffer a tragically unteachable spirit) believe that forming such an attachment at a young age teaches a child's tiny little soul something about loyalty, and Mama is ALL about The Loyalty. To inanimate objects that don't ultimately find some way to get on my nerves, I mean. Oh, I'm KIDDING!
All this to say that Teddy will be traveling with us at the end of this week on planes, trains and automobiles down to the Carolina coast (sigh, is it just me or did angels just sing?) for a week-long visit with my family, and you know how traveling can be, particularly with a three-year old and all of her various accoutrements. What if Teddy finds himself (Oh, here comes that lump!) left behind in the stall of some airport water closet? Or wedged on an Airbus between seats 8E & F on his way to Shreveport? It could very possibly happen. And that, my friends, would constitute a family crisis from which certain members of the FriedOkra household may not recover atall quickly. Female members. Members whose happiness tend to barometrically impact the mood of the remaining (male) member, thus theoretically rendering us a clan of moping, dejected clowns for years to come.
And we can't have that. So my hope is to find us a Teddy II for the justincaseness of life.
I bought Teddy I the DAY of my 20-ish week sonogram with Bean, the one which revealed not only her room-lighting-up smile (no kidding!) but also the fact that she was a she. I drove immediately from the sonogram appointment to my local Marshall's and I bought every. single. pink item I could lay my pregnant hands on, and Teddy rode around that store with me in the seat of my shopping cart, his pricetag dangling from one ear, justa lookin' cute and bein' earnest and nodding his fuzzy-headed approval at all of my subsequent selections. I brought him home that night and he sat himself cheerfully on the bed in the guest bedroom until it was re-done into the nursery, and then presided over that precious room from his spot on a shelf over the changing table, leaning against a big bottle of Johnson's Baby Lotion, looking expectant and adorable, waiting for that Bean to arrive with just as much anticipation as I felt. (It appeared so, anyway.)
Yeah, you're right. I might be a little attached to this one, too.
So yes. Why am I telling you this?
Well, because I have scoured the internet and watched eBay and looked in all of my local stores, and there is no Teddy II to be found. He's a Baby Gund bear, and I think Gund changes their Baby line every year, because I've researched Gund through their own site and several on-line outlets to no avail. This particular bear, who is kindof a stringy plush fabric in large white and pink squares, with a pink nose and the numbers 43067 on his tag, appears to be out of production. BUT, when I first BOUGHT Teddy I, I saw them EVERYWHERE, which means there are plenty out there somewhere to this day. And I am wondering if y'all have seen one anywhere. On a bargain shelf at your local gift store? Goodwill? A garage sale?
If you happen to recognize this guy from somewhere, let me know. It just seems prudent to me to have a back-up Teddy, to save heartache and worry, is what I'm saying. And I'd be willing to pay a reasonable price for me some plush pink peace of mind.
I'm guessing you Mamas out there totally get where I'm comin' from, right?