teddy bear scare

so lately amelie has been picking away at this homemade teddy bear that we received from a friend. i noticed but didn't say anything since i thought it would stop.

here it is.

then a couple of days ago after putting her down for a nap, after about 30 minutes, i hear a blood-curdling scream. not a sound you ever want to hear from your child. i sprinted up the stairs with harper in my arms. i open the door to find amelie in her bottom bunk bed, squished into the corner, shaking, and pointing to this:

it was bad.

when i say shaking, i mean like a convulsing, screaming, crying. she had ripped down the mobile that hangs from the bunk above her, she'd covered her self up with blankets to keep the bear from getting to her. let's see if i can find a picture of what she looked like:

no, this isn't it.

yes, more like this.




i threw the bear out into the hallway and held her (and harper) for a few minutes. i calmed her down and told her i'd fix the bear while she slept. so she drifted off.

and i sewed permanent socks onto the bear's feet.


all better. all in a day's work.