Build A Bear Workshop

I have 3 girls and they absolutely love it here. Build your own bear, put a little heart in it and then dress it up. Seriously, what’s not to love!
While it maybe be all about the experience of building the bear, it’s really all about the outfits for my kids. They love all the dresses and accessories. This place always has a great variety.
Parents beware, they will try to sell you anything they can to accessorize that darn bear, I give my kids a two item limit. My 9 year old was smart and bought 2 dresses, my other daughters however walked out with rollerskates and sunglasses for her furry friend. She said it’s cool, teddy bears have fur so they don’t need clothes (and we already have about two dozen outfits at home!)

We go when the kids save up gift cards and then go get them some of the worlds most expensive stuffed animals. It’s a neat idea wish I had thought of it, but Im always glad when we hear the price and it’s not my cash I’m spending. The bears aren’t too bad it’s all the add on crap. Most of which is missing in the next 24 hrs. It’s a nice time for the kids and they love the animals for a couple weeks. Place is almost always rockin.

Build-​a-​Bear, sweet Build-​A-​Bear…
What is it about your sweet siren song that beckons to my four and five year old so very sweetly during every passing stroll?
I get the appeal. I do. Pick your bear (or whatever), watch it get stuffed by some enormous machine operated by someone who is probably paid far too little for this sort of thing day in and day out, kiss its little heart, make a little wish, watch it get sewn up, «bathe» and fluff it… I get it. But this is where the fun ends financially. Sure, it’s a little expensive up to this point, but nothing HORRIBLE. But then terror strikes… it’s time to dress – and accessorize – your new friend. And baby, that ish ain’t cheap.
So your son wants a bear in full firefighter gear so he can look like daddy? No problem.
Your daughter, enveloped in a hardcore «princess phase», wants a fluffy, puffy, shimmery gown? Sure.
You mentally mark down the prices, and inwardly sigh. But hang on to your hats, folks. You’re not done yet. OF COURSE the princess bear needs sparkly shoes. And what about sunglasses? And a hat? And does the firefighter have boots? Oh, wait… he needs sunglasses, too. Rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat.
Now, listen… I have four kids (5, 4, 3, and 2), and to just take care of the oldest two (yeah, right – like that EVER happens; you buy for one you buy for all), runs me anywhere from $ 80-​$ 125 on average. You can see why we don’t go there all that often, no? But every once in awhile, I loosen up the ‘ol purse strings and say (not to the kids, of course) what the hell. Worth it on occasion, but just be prepared to pluck out your Visa when you find you don’t have nearly enough cash on hand for the gravity of your child’s purchase. Build-​a-​Bear ain’t child’s play!