That blooming bear – wot so funee

My daughter has wanted to do a Build a Bear for two years.  Luckily, we don’t live that close to one so it is only when we visit larger shopping centres that she becomes obsessed with the idea again.  I have avoided it until now as it is rather expensive but a couple of weekends ago, we went Christmas shopping in Bristol with my mum and there they were; Elsa bears from Frozen.

Frozen is the thing in this house as I’m sure it is in houses of little girls everywhere.  She was so taken with this bear that I didn’t have the heart to say no again and it is nearly her birthday, so I agreed that she could build an Elsa bear as an early birthday present.

It was lovely to finally let her do the Build a Bear, they do the whole process very well and make the children feel very special.  We arrived at the sound bit of the process and the kind lady offered to put ‘Let it go’ in the paw so that when it is squeezed, it sings.  What a lovely idea. I thought.  How wrong was I?

Elsa was ‘magically’ transformed into a proper teddy bear and then we had to choose an outfit. A and I had a long argument discussion about the necessary accessories; she would have bought the whole shop plus the very nice wardrobe that you can also purchase and we had some very strange conversations;

“Does the bear really need to have pants?”

“Yes mummy, she does.  I have to wear pants, so she does too.  And she is not ‘the bear’, she is Elsa”

That told me then didn’t it.  So we added pants to the list.

“I am not buying a wig!” (For the Ana and Elsa dolls there are plaited wigs which is my opinion is wrong.  Bears with wigs??)

“But she has to have the wig mummy, she won’t be real if she doesn’t have a wig!”

“Erm, she isn’t real, she is a bear.  Bear’s don’t wear wigs.”

Cue puppy dog eyes filling with tears.  We bought the wig.

She loves Elsa bear more than anything in the whole world and takes it everywhere.  I was so right about the wig, it doesn’t stay on however hard we try, so it has been abandoned.  The downside of this new addition to our house is the song. It plays constantly.  Often it is A who squeezes the paw and she loves to sing along, clutching Elsa as she sings.  Other times, it gets knocked or sat on.  The worst is when she is in bed.  She has to take Elsa to bed with her of course but then when she rolls over it sets the song off.  After three nights where everyone in the house was woken up by ‘Let it go’, we were all ready to let the bear go, out of the window.  We now have to remember to sneak in once she is asleep and move Elsa onto the floor

It’s that or an emergency operation where Elsa bear’s arm might have to be amputated for medical reasons (my sanity). These things always seem like a good idea, don’t they?

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