Bear is All Better

Youngest grandson had a crisis and was hoping Grandma could help.  It seems that Bear got a badly needed wash and "all his legs broke!".  What happened is that the stuffing compacted and his strong, polar bear legs were floppy and useless.  I told Ben that Bear would have to spend the night with me and I would do some surgery on his legs.  I made a small incision just under his front leg joint.  I carefully stuffed what seemed to be the whole bag of poly-fill into all the legs and the tummy.  I found a curved needle, some sturdy cream-colored thread, and stitched him closed.  Not a whimper from Bear.  Very brave.  As you can see he is already up on all fours, feeling pretty back to normal.  I think I better bring him to bed with me tonight, as he is used to sleeping with someone and I can keep an eye on his recovery.  I remember how easy is was to "fix" all the ouches and troubles when my kids were young.  A kiss here, a colored Bandaid there, all better.  Problems were "big", but solutions were easy.  The older we get, the harder it is to fix what is wrong.  However, a kiss still helps, and a bear hug, too.  Jerilynn