It's possible that through my many picture-postings of my child, you might have noticed a pattern. Just in case, I'll illustrate and see if you can pick it out.
Did you find the commonality? That's right. It's Bear. Now, we hadn't ever picked some item to be T's lovey. In fact, she didn't have one for so long that I wondered if she ever would have one (and after reading some article saying they were a sign of a developmentally healthy baby - one who was correctly coping with separation from parents, I freaked for a short while over her lack of one). Then one day, suddenly, this little pink bear (and I, thankfully, remember from whom the bear came) became a necessity in our daily world. Bear goes everywhere... well, everywhere but daycare. He's our last find before going to bed and our first find each morning. His tag gets sucked on. His nose gets bitten, and he's WAY too frequently used as a tissue. (And he gets regular baths.)
And during my attempts to come up with some brilliant costume for Halloween - one that was clever, precious, and that T would care about - my Mom said, "Why couldn't she be Bear?"
I quickly replied with, "You can make it, right?" ;-) tee-hee
Possibly the cutest thing ever. For weeks, she would tell anyone who asked, "I BEAR Halloween." Fuzzy pink fur, pink satin ribbon, tag, tail, and all!
Her very first house to Trick or Treat
They didn't have candy but thought she was so cute (and we know them), they got her an apple, thinking it was a disappointment to her. She immediately shoved her bucket and bear into my hands and took a big bite. Precious!