Me, Blake, and Teddy

Yesterday, Blake and I played catch with his gray bear (Teddy).  We each had the same number of catches, but Blake had more laughs and smiles.  I 'worried' that Teddy would get hurt if nobody caught him.  Thank goodness he's only a teddy bear.

While we were playing with the bear in the living room, we rolled teddy, we flipped teddy, we threw teddy like a football, and most importantly, we enjoyed teddy together.

Blake has a great arm.  He can throw the bear up high near the ceiling fan and blow it past me over my head. 

Sometimes, I can execute the one-arm grab of the bear if I think he's getting away from me. 

Meet Blake and Teddy:

PHOTO:  My son Blake and his bear Teddy

Teddy and Blake

Teddy and Blake

I love that I can pass on my old teddy bears, my old stuffed animals, and my love for bears down to Blake.  I own teddy bears anymore. 

Someday I hope I can make Ben a teddy bear man.

Also, I'm still a bear man.