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Jul 16 2008Baby BearCategory: Just MeLike Nathan, I have one special stuffed animal friend. Her name is Baby Bear. She's accompanied me to camp, on sleepovers, and to Europe. She came to college with me, and sat with my best friend at my wedding. She's been such a part of my life that my mother calls Baby Bear her first grandchild. At the ripe age of 41, she now resides in Lucie's room, a senior and respected member of Lucie's stuffed animal posse. Lucie knows she's an old bear -- older than daddy, but not quite as old as mommy. I've told her to be kind to Baby Bear and treat her very gently. Lucie tends to leave her alone, choosing to play with her other stuffed animals instead. Imagine my surprise yesterday when I came downstairs to find Lucie and Baby Bear engrossed in an intense game of doctor. Using the toy medical kit she got for Christmas, Lucie took Baby Bear's temperature (a very worrisome 38 degrees) and listened to her heart. After making the diagnosis of a bad tummy from eating too many chips and too much ice cream, Dr. Lucie gave her some medicine. She then laid the bear down on the couch, put a pillow under her head, and wrapped her up in her blankie. After a brief rest, Lucie brought her patient over to me and said she felt all better. I thanked Dr. Lucie profusely, amused at my old friend and my little daughter spending time together and having so much fun.
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