I've since learned the bears who faced me during my morning coffee were actually lined up for Bear School, which apparently was being taught in the kitchen that day due to a field trip. Boy, am I glad that's all cleared up.

This weekend, the little angel discovered the stitches in her Michael's version of Build-a-Bear named Tanya -- that she'd bought with her allowance and I stitched together while waiting for dinner in a Mexican restaurant --had suffered an injury in the seams. We prepped Tanya the bear for surgery and placed her in her rolling baby bed. After a tense ten-minute surgery, Tanya returned to the bed for post-op recovery. The little angel found even smaller stuffed animals to be Tanya's stuffed animals and has been wheeling Tanya around the first floor of our house for the past few days, commenting to Tanya about the weather.

I am more than a little concerned the bears may attend boot camp soon and that I should hide the birthday candles.