I never had a blankie. I mean, I had blankets, but never a special treasured blankie. I didn’t have a doll or stuffed animal either. I never got it, I thought it was gross when kids carried them all over the place, drug them on the ground, chewed on them, smeared food all over them…
My son’s father had a blankie that he was so attached to that it is now in a Ziploc bag in tatters. It’s been reduced to the size of a washrag. A really, really old washrag. He still has “blankies.” In fact, when we first lived together I washed a blanket and got yelled at. He’s silly.
Enter our son. I didn’t really want him to have this blanket obsession. I rotated his blankets hoping to all that is holy that he wouldn’t become attached to one. Instead, I made him attached to two of them…
Meet blanket. This one he insists is called blanket. You’ll meet blankie in a moment. This blanket has a brown giraffe on the other side. Very nice. Very fuzzy. Very hard to get stains out of, but, 3 years later, it’s holding up well.
This is blankie. Weird picture of the kiddo, but a good picture of blankie. When it was brand new, still fluffy, still bright, and didn’t smell like dirty socks no matter how much I wash it. Blankie is by FAR the favorite of the two, but either will do in a pinch, and each night he gathers them both up to take to bed, even if it is 90 degrees outside. Blankie is almost always within Spencer’s reach. Sometimes he picks it up just to snuggle it near his face and then tosses it back in a pile on the ground.
Blankie’s not doing so well. It has been a slow deterioration. As you can see, even at almost 2 years old blankie was doing alright.
Then there’s mousey. Mousey was from Kohl’s. He was a Christmas present when Spencer was 18 months old. The “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” mouse. He’s adorable.
So, I didn’t intend for him to have any “loveys,” but now there are 3.
What are you gonna do?
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