Chewed Ears
Apr. 18th, 2014 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smallhobbitI had been debating what to write for this journal entry (see, those of you currently doing the 30 day challenge, you're not the only ones) when a post by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
azriona got me thinking about events when my children were small.
My daughter had a favourite pink toy rabbit. It became known as Chewed Ears for fairly obvious reasons. It went everywhere with her. As a toddler she went to Active Tots and the rabbit went with her as she climbed all the equipment, held firmly in her mouth. Many was the bedtime we had to search the house for the *** rabbit since she's put him down somewhere and couldn't sleep without him. I forgot to mention that although pink, Chewed Ears was definitely male. And someone would finally find him stuffed behind a radiator in the bathroom.
He once got thrown out of the car window. It wasn't deliberate, it may well have been an experiment - I don't know, I was driving at the time, and so long as she remained in her seat I was happy. (Quick release buttons are no deterent for a determined toddler and said toddler climbing through into the front of the car was not good for my concentration on the road). So, the first thing I knew was the wailing "My Rabbit" and her older brother telling me urgently that Chewed Ears had gone out of the window. We drove back and fortunately found him.
That particular episode wasn't repeated, although it wasn't the last time we lost him. She didn't so much drop him - she was too fond of him for that - but put him down. And leave him. On one occasion we had gone to a country fair and discovering his loss on our return to the car had had to retrace our steps. Fortunately someone had picked him up and put him on a post.
On another occasion we had been shopping at a farmers'/country store and returned home to find him missing. I phoned up to ask if he'd been found. He hadn't. I referred to him as a pink rabbit. Three days later the store phoned back; they had found what looked a bit like a small grey teddy bear. The total absence of ears and the fact that he badly needed a wash had fooled them. Much happiness at the return of the beloved.
Because my daughter went on adventure camps and Chewed Ears went too he had a name tape sewn onto the back of his neck. Over the years the face has vanished, so now the only way you can tell which way he's facing is by the name tape. And yes, he is still upstairs, waiting for her whenever she comes home. So? I still have my teddy bear.
azriona got me thinking about events when my children were small.My daughter had a favourite pink toy rabbit. It became known as Chewed Ears for fairly obvious reasons. It went everywhere with her. As a toddler she went to Active Tots and the rabbit went with her as she climbed all the equipment, held firmly in her mouth. Many was the bedtime we had to search the house for the *** rabbit since she's put him down somewhere and couldn't sleep without him. I forgot to mention that although pink, Chewed Ears was definitely male. And someone would finally find him stuffed behind a radiator in the bathroom.
He once got thrown out of the car window. It wasn't deliberate, it may well have been an experiment - I don't know, I was driving at the time, and so long as she remained in her seat I was happy. (Quick release buttons are no deterent for a determined toddler and said toddler climbing through into the front of the car was not good for my concentration on the road). So, the first thing I knew was the wailing "My Rabbit" and her older brother telling me urgently that Chewed Ears had gone out of the window. We drove back and fortunately found him.
That particular episode wasn't repeated, although it wasn't the last time we lost him. She didn't so much drop him - she was too fond of him for that - but put him down. And leave him. On one occasion we had gone to a country fair and discovering his loss on our return to the car had had to retrace our steps. Fortunately someone had picked him up and put him on a post.
On another occasion we had been shopping at a farmers'/country store and returned home to find him missing. I phoned up to ask if he'd been found. He hadn't. I referred to him as a pink rabbit. Three days later the store phoned back; they had found what looked a bit like a small grey teddy bear. The total absence of ears and the fact that he badly needed a wash had fooled them. Much happiness at the return of the beloved.
Because my daughter went on adventure camps and Chewed Ears went too he had a name tape sewn onto the back of his neck. Over the years the face has vanished, so now the only way you can tell which way he's facing is by the name tape. And yes, he is still upstairs, waiting for her whenever she comes home. So? I still have my teddy bear.
