A few days ago I posted on facebook that Isaac had thrown his bear into the toilet. This morning, from a seated position on the floor, in my husband's lap, Isaac lobbed his brother's bear across the room and into the toilet. Yes, it's true that the bear now smells of pee, but I can't just throw it in the washing machine and here's the reason why.
A few days ago Parker's bear began hemmoraging filling beads from a hole in it's lower back. This bear is so loved that he has been stitched up numerous times already, and there are runs like you'd get in panty hose all over his back. His fur is long gone, as is the brown neck ribbon that Parker used to pull at with is teeth. My husband is now attempting to restuff the bear with filling beads using a drinking straw, which works much better than the paper funnel he originally fashioned.
My son cannot sleep all night without his bear. He's done it exactly once. The second time we tried it he woke up in the night looking for his bear. We are not ready to try the experiment again so soon. When he finishes the refilling, we'll sew up the hole using travel sewing kit thread. Then I'll stick him in a lingerie bag and throw him in the washing machine using Tide with Bleach (because that is what I have) and cold water. I plan to repair the bear with a scrap of fabric held on with semi-permenant fabric glue. I'm not exactly the patch and mend type, which is why Michael is doing the sewing, and I'll be using whatever fabric I can scavenge. I'll have to figure out a way to cut the fabric in whatever odd shape is required for fit, keep the fabric from unravelling, and convince Parker not to pull the fabric away with his fingers. My genius idea for repairing the bear on Thursday was with masking tape. We really seem to know what we're doing here, don't we?
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