Our nearest and dearest all know what Lucy’s real name is. Sure, it wasn’t on the birth announcements or the You-Just-Had-a-Baby Certificate. But it is one that will probably stick with her till kindergarten. Or at least until she decides that she wants to be called “Talulah” or “Agent 41.” Which will probably be next friday.
We call her Bear. Or Little Bear. Or Lu-Bear.
No idea where it came from or how it started. All I know is that I gave birth to a baby girl and came home with a bear. Months later it was revealed that she actually has many bear-like qualities, so our nickname choice was validated.
1) She growls. Big, ferocious bear growls. I’m talkin exorcist-style noises coming out of that tiny package. Sometimes I half expect split pea soup to projectile out of her mouth.
2) She eats anything. And everything. Even the cat. Toss her in a river and she’d come out with a salmon in her teeth.
3) She’s got claws. I trim her nails all the time, and yet still still manages to scratch me on a daily basis. Some crazy animal force keeps her nails uncontrollably long at all times. She’s always ready for a brawl, that little bear ‘o mine.
So I got to thinking: lots of parents invest in what I call “baby swag.” You know, necklaces with their baby’s name on them. Letters to adorn the nursery wall. Tattoos. Keychains. Signage.
So what to do for a baby who is not really a baby?
Bear swag, of course. And my etsy friends have got me covered.
I could wear this cute tee with Lucy’s picture prominently displayed on the front. Plus, in case she ever gets lost, I can just point to my shirt. “Have you seen this bear?”
This cool t-shirt is from Zen Threads. I luurve the vintage-y yellow color, and the “Don’t Shoot” and the bottom is a cute touch. Plus, it’s an American Apparel tee, so you know it’s soft and comfy.
Alternatively, I could carry this cute-as-a-button notebook with me wherever I go. The folks over at Picklehead make this charming little number, and boy do they know my bear. She loves to read, she loves card catalogues, and when she opens a drawer hearts magically float out of it. Perfection.
Sometimes Lucy is actually a human. And sometimes humans go to masquerade balls. And when she does, what type of mask would she don? Duh.
This original hand-cut silhouette is made by the lovely (and steady-handed) folks over at The Little Chickadee. If I had a larger bank account, and an empty wall in my house, I would snatch up 50 of their bee-youtiful silhouettes.
Speaking of lovely artwork, this gorgeous print is made with love by the artsy folk at Ashley G (who also have a gorgeous blog, by the way–check out her Thanksgiving table!). This bear, like mine, is strong but gentle. The sad eyes kill me just a little bit, but she’s got a message, this bear.
Lucy tells me this all the time. “Mom, trust your instincts. My diaper is stinky.” “Mom, trust your instincts. I did just swallow that entire roll of toilet paper.”
There’s a bear on the loose in the living room. And it’s courtesy of Decor Designs.
This cool wall decal is sure to frighten any small child–but not my bear. She’d just break out the claws and her vinyl enemy would be going down. You can get it in any color you choose, but I love the white against the dark background. Modern and lovely.
Gives “don’t shoot” a whole new meaning, eh? This mischievous little bear is armed and dangerous. Don’t get me wrong–I don’t endorse the use of firearms in any way, shape, or form. Especially by bears. Especially especially by my bear.
But pewter bears? On a necklace? They can carry all the dang revolvers they want. Cuz it’s cute. I want him around my neck, stat.