Bear and Squirrel

Bear and Squirrel....... how did they get names like that?

Bear is the nickname I bestowed upon my son when he was less than 2 years old. I'd call him honey bear, or baby bear, and it was shortened to Bear over time. I probably call him by his first name Aaron 1/2 the time, and Bear the other half. It suits him. He tells me he likes it when I call him Bear, and it's special, because no one else calls him Bear. Just me!

When I started this blog I wanted to retain some anonymity with the general public. I already had a nickname for my oldest son, but nothing has really seemed to fit for my baby. At the time we were reading a book called "Friends and Pals and Brothers too!" by Sarah Wilson. The brothers in the books were buddies, like I tell Bear he and his brother will be. This of course will be once Squirrel gets old enough to be more than the pain in the butt that knocks down museums and takes his toys without asking. The characters in the book are nicknamed Bear and Squirrel, which Bear loved.

I have actually never called my baby 'Squirrel.' He is known only as Brendan, except when I'm lazy and I call him 'B'.

So those are my boys. They're sleeping right now, side by side in my bed. Bear was out first. He had a rough time after we got home from the park. He cut his thumb on a pokey book, and now has his thumb wrapped in a Toy Story band-aid.

Squirrel didn't feel like sleeping at first. He sat in my lap for awhile, had some big feelings about not being permitted to take binoculars to bed, and finally collapsed in my arms an hour later than he usually sleeps.

I'm hoping this means I get to sleep a bit tomorrow.... but chances are I'll be up with the birds......