Grace's first love has been with her since day one and it is her blanket. She affectionately refers to it as her "night-night". Night-night was made by my mom and Grace has been sleeping with it since she was born and dragging it around since she could crawl. She loves that thing. I decided on Monday it needed a good washing. It was dingy and stinking and I knew it could use some nice soak time in the washer followed by a strong spin and some nice drying time outside to whisk away the dingies. We made a big production of putting the night-night in the washing machine along with the soap and turning the washer on. As soon as I shut the lid, scream queen freak out! That child cried, and cried, and CRIED!! I tried her back up night-night (which Kendall calls her day-day). I tried cuddling, coaxing, keeping her busy, being tough, but that kid still would not give it up. She cried for an hour before I decided to just finish washing the stupid thing and then I handed it over to her half soaking wet. She was in heaven with her damp, but clean, night-night. I hope someone knows how to turn a blanket into a back pack because there is no way she will be able to go a whole day in Kindergarten without it.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Grace's First Love
Grace's first love has been with her since day one and it is her blanket. She affectionately refers to it as her "night-night". Night-night was made by my mom and Grace has been sleeping with it since she was born and dragging it around since she could crawl. She loves that thing. I decided on Monday it needed a good washing. It was dingy and stinking and I knew it could use some nice soak time in the washer followed by a strong spin and some nice drying time outside to whisk away the dingies. We made a big production of putting the night-night in the washing machine along with the soap and turning the washer on. As soon as I shut the lid, scream queen freak out! That child cried, and cried, and CRIED!! I tried her back up night-night (which Kendall calls her day-day). I tried cuddling, coaxing, keeping her busy, being tough, but that kid still would not give it up. She cried for an hour before I decided to just finish washing the stupid thing and then I handed it over to her half soaking wet. She was in heaven with her damp, but clean, night-night. I hope someone knows how to turn a blanket into a back pack because there is no way she will be able to go a whole day in Kindergarten without it.
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