We had a sad night on Friday when Jack's favorite lovey, Bear, passed on. I forgot that he brought them to the neighbor's house, and he got left outside, where their big goofy dog tore him up all over their yard (completely unable to be repaired). This was the first night in years where he didn't go to bed with him, so needless to say, it was a rough night for all (except for Paige, who was blissfully ignorant in her crib). We do have three other bears that are exactly the same, however Jack singled one out earlier, and renamed him Bear (previously known as Teddy). He's been a little out of sorts, but is recovering well. I think Rich and I were just as heartbroken, if not more, than Jack. He has taken one of the fraudulent Teddy's, renamed him Brian, and sleeps with him sometimes, but he clearly does not feel the same way about him. He also has been very cosy with a teddy bear named Tyler, from his Great Grandma and Great Grandpa Boyle.
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