Missing Pooh

Lately, Conor has been obsessed with his little Winnie the Pooh that he took off the cover of an ABC book my sister had given him last year.  For a year, he didn't glance twice at that little yellow bear but since we have been here, it's been all Pooh, all the time.  Pooh goes to the bathroom with him, is set aside on the sink for pee and poo. Pooh goes to bed with us, Pooh comes on car trips, real ones and fake ones. The fake car trips were designed to get him to drink his new soy milk, which took some encouragement to say the least. For some reason, being in the car with Pooh made the milk seem delicious.  In the house, not so tasty.  Pooh was very helpful in these moments. The above picture is Pooh's last sighting captured on my Iphone, because, yes folks, sadly Pooh disappeared somewhere in our neighborhood during our afternoon stroll today.  I had this strange feeling when we headed out, as I saw Conor clutching Pooh and several other items, that he wasn't going to make it back. And when that moment became reality, I panicked for missing Pooh and left Conor with our nanny and circled the Hiroo neighborhood like a chicken with it's head cut off. No luck.... Conor has been asking for "Winnie the Poooooooh?" tonight so we found a new little substitute bear about the same size and cut off the present he was  attached to in attempts to make him look more like Winnie. We gave him a cute name, Toby the Teddy. Conor gave him a few kisses, and now he is laying on the floor abandoned.  Novelty over, he wants Winnie back.  I do too, may have to send out another search party tomorrow.