...and my son will not go to sleep without it. He just stares up at me from his crib with wide eyes until the moment I hand him his lovely. As soon as Blue in his arms, he turns over, sticks his thumb in his mouth, and we don't hear from him again until morning.
It's as lovely as it sounds.
There have been a few occasions when Blue was "in dispose" (i.e. being washed, hiding under a bed, etc.). I've tried substituting him with Tiger-tiger the Bengal tiger, or Baxter the brown bunny, but he only has eyes from his true Blue love. In protest, my son will stay up and rattle his crib rail and scream until we find Blue...
THAT is not lovely as all.
I've lived such grave fear that he will never go to sleep that I actually ordered TWO more "Blues". (Thank you, Internet) One to rotate with old Blue and the other, for safekeeping at my parents' house 45 minutes away. You know, in case, of a fire...
My husband and I have put off writing our wills (a BAD idea by the way). We have a fireproof safe where my husband likes to store our extra checks and deposit slips, yet all our important papers in another room. My husband's prized comic books live in our dirty, hot garage, where they were moved to make room for a nursery, and I have never backed up my computer.
Yet, I felt a sense of urgency about finding a replacement should our son ever lose his beloved stuffed toy.
And who says your priorities don't change (or become completely warped) when you become a parent?
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