Comments on: Venomous Family Emergency (Resolved!)

By: Venomous Kate

Venomous Kate — Wed, 12 Jul 2006 22:21:42 +0000

Oh my. I can imagine just what you went through. I was kind of worried that the “not Bear Bear” would arrive before the real one and I just know the Big-Eyed Boy would be able to tell them apart. Luckily, the real Bear Bear came home first — the other I’ll safely tuck away in his baby toys for safekeeping. Years from now, when he’s a father himself, I’ll have to tell him of the trials and tribulations of Bear Bear.

And, Omni, I had the boy make a Thank You card that we sent along with a tip. You’re absolutely right about the waitress going above and beyond duty, and hers was just the sort of kindness that doesn’t get rewarded nearly often enough.

By: PJ

PJ — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 21:18:38 +0000

Oh, my! I have to tell you the story of “NOT Baby.” See, my son had this inexpensive Wal-Mart stuffed monkey that he’d picked up on our way to the checkout. I get to the check-out – and he’s calling it Baby – and I can’t say no to my 18 mo old (it was like $3.88, so…) Fast forward a few months when we have a “scare”. He almost threw up on Baby. Parent panic. We start combing every Wal-Mart and encouraging our friends and family to do so, too. We even wrote to Wal-Mart corporate who sent their condolences. This line of stuffed animals isn’t ordered by type specifically. There’s no way they can track down one at any particular place – oh, and they aren’t ordering any more. FINALLY! One of our friends finds one. We secret it away, relieved. A few weeks later – an accident occurs – and while the little one is distracted, awaiting new sheets – I replace Baby with the Backup Baby. Phillip – just about 2 yo at this point – goes over to get his blankie and Baby before climbing back into bed. He stops – looks at Baby – holds him up to his face for a second and then hands it back! “Not Baby,” he says, looking worried. Dad and I are about to freak. I say, “Sure, it’s your monkey.” He shakes his head and stamps his foot. “NOT Baby!” The jig is up. We had to explain that this was Baby’s brother, Monkey, and since Baby needed a bath, he was there to take his place just for the night. And, yep, you guessed it. The next night there were two monkeys in his bed. *sigh* Sometimes, I guess, the backup backfires.

I’m so happy to hear Bear Bear is on his way home.

By: Omnibus Driver

Omnibus Driver — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 20:10:30 +0000

I hope you’re sending that waitress a hell of a nice “tip”. She went WAY above and beyond the call of duty. In fact, she belongs in the waitress hall of fame.

By: I Think Therefore I Blog: Sparing Lives By Blogging

I Think Therefore I Blog: Sparing Lives By Blogging — Wed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000

Truth is, I half-expected to find that he’d decided he’d outgrown Bear Bear, a teddy he’s slept with every single night of his life except for the two times I’ve managed to lose him (one of whichled to a nation-wide search). I was sniffling back a few tears as I did so, which might be why my son walked up and patted me on the shoulder. “Want to borrow this?” he asked, handing me Bear Bear, whom he’d not tossed into the bag along with the other things he