Pee Blankie

Did you ever pick up on of your kid's bedding or clothing items and make the mistake of giving it a big sniff? I think that is the mark of true love, the willingness to sniff someone's laundry to find out if it is dirty or not.

Logan has a blankie. He calls if Frog Blankie because it has pictures of frogs on it and it is green. (side note-one of his best friends has a green frog stuffed animal that he carries around too and they are both Ethiopian. The kids, not the lovies!)

This blanket is his version of a pacifier. Just hand it to him and he will immediately lay down on the floor, suck on his fingers, and stop whatever it is he is doing. We could be in the middle of an ice cream sundae party extravaganza and he would obediently lay down on the floor and cuddle with that blanket.

Needless to say, it is hard to sneak that blankie away to get it washed. Today I saw it laying around and decided to  give it a quick sniff to see if it needed to be washed. First mistake there. Wowser. I swear I washed this thing just a few days ago, but apparently not well enough. So I snuck it away while he was playing and threw it in the washing machine without looking at the clock and realizing we were only about a half hour away from naptime. Uh-oh.

I am sure many parents are familiar with the fits that get thrown when the lovie is being washed. Nothing else will do. And these kids are apparently incapable of sleeping or calming down without having their hands on their lovie. Last time this happened I took the lovie out of the wash and just handed it to him soaking wet. He took it and went off to take a nap. Once he was asleep I pried it out of his hands and snuck it back in the wash.

But today I just let him freak out because I wasn't going to let him cuddle with a blanket that reeked of urine and was sopping wet. He's asleep now, but it is painful to listen to a kid mourning their lovie.

And I don't care what you say Blogger, lovie is in fact a word.