Felicity has this blanket that is her blanket. It’s kind of funny since I got it at a baby shower for Seporah and Seporah hardly ever used it since it’s thicker and we live in Hawaii. I kind of wish we had a second one for when this one disintegrates, but we can’t seem to find it anywhere since it was purchased 4 1/2 years ago. It is now Felicity’s. Don’t touch it if you want to preserve your life. Case in point, this morning she woke up to a bed full of urine:
Mommy: Oh that’s really gross.
Felicity: MY BLANKET!!
Mommy: It’s full of peepee, I’m going to wash it.
Felicity: MY BLANKET!!
Mommy: It’s full of peepee, I’m going to wash it.
Felicity: MY BLANKET!!
Mommy: You don’t get a choice, it’s gross.
Felicity: MY BLANKET!!
I won BTW. It’s currently in the washer, she’ll be without it for another hour or so. According to her I’m the devil in pajamas right now.
LOL! I am glad you won. So what does her blanket look like?
Well it USE to be a thick baby pink blanket with longer fuzzies on one side and flannel soft on the other side with a silky edge. Now it’s a permanently stained light pinkish brown with a few fuzzies left. If I had my way, I’d throw it away it’s so gross. But I worry about the tantrums when she asks for it.
Ahh, that’s cute, and the blanket while groww is at least clean. You go, Felicity!
Grandpa Russ 🙂