August 17, 2007
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Stephen soiled his fuzzy blanket last night. It’s become a dillemna. Not because I can’t seem to find a diaper that’ll keep everything in, although that’s a problem, too. The dillemna is that I have two boys, two blankets, only one clean, and it’s naptime. I stood there a moment ago looking at both boys and trying to decide which personality could handle sleeping without his blanket.
I decided on William. He’s my explorer, my matter-of-fact one, who adapts to any situation and calmly goes through life. Surely he could handle falling asleep sans fuzzy blanket. I grabbed the clean one out of his crib and tossed it to Stephen, who pounced on it with a grin. Stephen likes to sleep on top of it. If we pull it out from under to cover him up in his sleep, he’ll grab it with his eyes closed and put it back underneath. Stephen is a sentimental lover, and I’m pretty sure won’t handle a nap well with no fuzzy blanket.
William likes to sleep with it on his head. I don’t like that one bit, since I often find him completely covered by it, breathing loudly underneath and surely suffocating himself. When I grabbed it off his head and tossed it to Stephen, I quickly covered William with a substitute. He immediately sat up, stared closely at the substitute, then pulled himself up in his crib and gazed longingly over at Stephen with a wimper. So that’s not going to work. It’s William’s fuzzy blanket, after all. I tossed it back to him, and grabbed AK’s softest blanket–one covered with little hearts–and threw it at Stephen.
Stephen grabbed AK’s blanket, and snuggled it, wiggled his bottom, flashed his pearly baby teeth–and sat up suddenly with an inscrutible expression on his face. He looked at the hearts on the blanket, looked behind him for his fuzzy, then decided he would forego his nap altogether and play. Five minutes later, William was sound asleep under his blanket, so I gently took it off his head, handed it to a grateful Stephen, and replaced it with the subsitute. William didn’t budge. Alright!
It’s too late, though. Stephen is lying on his back with William’s fuzzy blanket, squealing and gazing at the ceiling.
I bought those blankets at Costco last winter–they came with a Winnie the Pooh sleeper for the boys, and I thought they were sweet and adorable. If I’d known the boys would chose those blankets as their favorites, I’d have bought several sets, but I did not have such foresight. I assure you, I will be cruising anxiously through the baby clothing section in Costco this fall, hoping to see them again. I could really use more than two of those. My washing machine just doesn’t spin quite fast enough to make it with one for each boy.
Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted. I have tons of pictures to share, but it’s been a very busy month. We’ve been getting ready for the MOMC Everything For Kids consignment sale, which is this weekend. I’ve tagged over 400 items of clothing, and several bags full of other items that we’re getting rid of to make room for the next size up for our three kids. The sale is this weekend. We’ve also been engaged in our own personal Operation: Stick it to Target, which my husband has informed me I’m not allowed to share about on the blog. “They will hunt you down, baby! They will hunt you down!” Okay, he didn’t actually say that. Suffice it to say that we are all set on baby food for the rest of the year, thanks to some generous coupons the store probably now regrets offering.
Next week, we fly to California for Megan’s wedding. I have three matching chocolate brown suitcases lined up in my bedroom waiting for the rest of the clothes I am still hunting down in my neglected house. I informed my husband that having all of them match would help us keep track of everything between home/airport/hotel/airport and back home again. I even have a matching chocolate brown satchel for me, and a lovely little matching carry-on bag for him. He is mortified at my decision (?), so we will also have a “perfectly fine” garment bag with us that doesn’t match at all. Hmph. I have five days to clean my house, find a double umbrella stroller for the airport, pack the luggage, do any last minute shopping, and pack enough toys and snacks to keep my three small children occupied on the 4 hour and seventeen minute flight. John has a headache already.
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Isn’t that just how it is, though? When Cody was a baby, we picked up a $3 easter bunny toy/doll for him at Aldi to keep him happy during the grocery trip. That bunny became his “blankey”… he called it “Nunny”. (We still have it, in fact.) Soon Nunny got gross so we needed to wash him. When he was washed and dried, he needed sewing because he wasn’t designed for such harsh things as washing.
And so the story goes. I think Nunny has had every arm and leg reattached more than once. The following Easter, both Brian and I made it our mission to find another Nunny that we could secretly replace the old one with. We even put it through the washer and sorta fuzzed it up a bit. Didn’t work. He used to put it in the trash can.
The same happened with Savannah and her blankey (which we are still trying to get away from her). If only we would have known then that it would be her fave, we would have bought two for her to fall in love with right from the beginning.
Delaney seems to have chosen two things as her favorites… a teddy from Abbby and a mini-blankey (made just for this very thing) called “lovey”. So, she has her bear and her lovey all smooshed up to her forehead and nose and the other thumb in the mouth when she sleeps. It’s way cute. Your story about William and Stephen was so good that I could TOTALLY see them doing it.
I wanna meet those boys one day.
Oh, how I enjoyed your comments, Kari! Your description of matching chocolate brown luggage and one very different piece along with John’s headache gave me a laugh! The blanket story revealed much about each of the boys who have endeared themselves to us already through your blogs. Can’t wait to see you all in CA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
What! No pictures??
> William likes to sleep with it on his head. I don’t like that one bit, since I often find him completely covered by it, breathing loudly underneath and surely suffocating himself.
Ah yes, I was a cocoon sleeper, too. My brothers called me the Mummy. And I turned out ok, right? … right?
I totally get the blanket thing. Both my boys have settled on THE most ridiculous of their blanket options. Tommy’s blanket could be described as what one would get if they shaved a giant lime-green poodle & made a blanket of it. I should’ve thought twice before picking that up at a garage sale last June. . .
Be warned, however. Even if you find a replacement blanket they may reject it (as Heather pointed out). Brianna’s “ladybug” blanket is fadded and stretched out. I found an identical blanket on eBay and excitedly brought her to the computer to look at it “no thanks” she said ‘it’s not the same’.
You are beginning to see why they say “grandchildren are the revenge of parents upon their children.” I prefer to think of them as the “crown and glory” however. Great mental photos.
Oh, Kari, that is so funny, but not funny about the blanket when it is happening to you! Julia is having trouble with Asa’s Night Night, too, since it was knit by Asa’s one grandmother (not me), and it is falling apart, but his Mimi cannot find the same yarn in the store anymore, so Julia keeps mending it when it gets big holes in it. I advise any Mom to get double a blanket that just MIGHT become a favorite!
Miriam