Weekend with Teddy

Every Thursday, Jack’s preschool teacher sends their class bear home with a different child.  Between Thursday and Sunday, we are to take pictures of this bear with our child, make a scrapbook page out of it, add it to the class book, and send it back on Monday.

Jack FINALLY got to bring home the bear on Thursday (it’s tough being at the end of the alphabet).
 
Teddy had a pretty boring weekend at our house.  Except for Maddie’s swim meet, we had no plans, and I’ll be darned if I was going to make exotic plans just to take pictures of a bear for the preschool scrapbook. 

Unfortunately, as you will see, Teddy was not the most gracious house guest we’ve ever had. 
 
In the picture below, Teddy gets to know Jack and Herbie, our guinea pig. Teddy jealously pinches Herbie too hard, a tussle ensues, Herbie scratches Teddy’s nose, and Teddy cries his button eyes out.  The weekend is not off to a good start.:

Jack buckles up for a trip to the library, but Teddy refuses to buckle, throws a tantrum, and spends the entire trip shouting profanities:

Jack reads to Teddy at the library.  Teddy then runs around the bookshelves kicking old people in the shins and we are politely asked to leave:

“No, Teddy!!  For the last time, beer is not on the grocery list and we will not be buying it!  Don’t you roll those eyes at me, mister.”:
While picking up Maddie and Ben at the bus stop, Teddy pulls down his pants and moons the students on the bus:

During pizza night, Teddy walks around the table Helen Keller-style and helps himself to bites from everybody’s pizza as he rudely belches,“accidentally” knocks over soda cans, and tells us all that he had much better pizza than this at Erik’s house and they even had ice cream for dessert, and Erik’s mom sure kept the house cleaner than this house:

At Maddie’s swim meet, Teddy gooses several girls and is banned from the pool area:

On the way to the car after the swim meet, Teddy urges Jack to run to the top of the bleachers and not come down.  Jack refuses, but Teddy tells Jack he has some dirt on him that he will share with his parents if he doesn’t do it.  Jack reluctantly agrees and does as Teddy says.

Well, after that I had to get the pictures in to Wal-Mart to be developed in time to scrapbook them.  The sugar-coated version his class will read about our weekend (“Teddy and Jack buckle up for a fun trip to the library!”) will, sadly, be far from the truth.

Teddy goes home with Ricky next week.  God be with you, Ricky.