I’ve crocheted each of the children their own baby blankets. Those of you who know us personally know that these blankets come with us everywhere. (Ok – Brett leaves hers at home most of the time 😉
Since they’re dragged around everywhere, the blankets tend to get rather filthy. But they don’t get washed very often because the children won’t release them long enough for me to get them in the washing machine.
But I successfully managed to grab them the other day and wash them when nobody was looking.
Later on that day I was working on the computer and Emery came to me and said, “Mom, we have a problem.”
Now most of you mothers know how much I dread hearing those words. In this house it could mean anything from, the barn is flooded to the goats ate the apple trees, to Colter broke off his front permanent tooth, or equally disastrous events.
As I anxiously awaited what Emery was going to declare, in storms Indigo with this mad look on her face, blanket in hand, as she announces, “This NOT me blanket.”
I looked at her blanket, wow, I didn’t know it could still get that bright yellow.
“Yes it is sweetie, Mommy just washed it for you.”
“This NOT me blanket.”
So I wrapped it around her shoulders and snuggled with her on my lap. Now normally, she holds the blanket fringe in her right hand while she sucks her right thumb. I noticed she was only sucking her thumb and not holding the blanket. So I kept trying to shove the fringe into her fingers. But she held them tightly closed and was having none of it.
“This NOT me blanket.”
Hmmmm….. Now what?
Sudden inspiration! I told Brett, “Go rub the blanket all around in your bed and put Indigo down for a nap.”
Brett did that, laid it out flat and put Indigo to bed on top of it.
A couple of hours later, Indigo woke up and exclaimed, “Me FOUND me blanket!”
A good ending and a picture of Indigo asleep with “me blanket”.
I *love* the pic…looks just like my son with his “blankie”. I also have problems trying to pry it out of his hands to wash it every week. Some weeks it just gets washed and *not* dried lol! 🙂
We’ve done that many, many times too! LOL PJ
When I was in school and my brother was still at home, he saw my mom putting my favorite doll in a pillowcase to wash her and was mad at her for doing that, he had to tell on her when I came home!
That’s so cute! PJ
Blankie memories..ahh…Our daughter mourned the occasional blankie washing. She’d sit in front of the washing machine impatiently watching it toss and tumble. I don’t think it ever went through an entire drier cycle she was so eager to have it back!….sweet memories!
The worst is when they’re sick and vomit on it! Then they really need it and it’s GOT to be washed. They were always so pathetically eager to have it back!! PJ
Too precious!! We all have our favorite blankets and can’t stand when someone messes with them! I had my favorite as a child and still have favorites as an adult. The simple things in life that we so often tend to take for granted such as our favorite blanket. Heart warming!
I never had a blanket (that I remember), but when we travel, I take my pillow with me because I have a hard time falling asleep on other pillows!! PJ
Love this! Makes you realize how our God given sense of smell is so strong and important! 🙂 Our kids all have a blanket that they can’t sleep without…makes me wonder how long this will last!
Ummm… not gonna name any names. But we have a certain child that would tell you until they are married. LOL PJ
What an adorable story, thanks for sharing it with us all! 🙂
Glad you enjoyed it! PJ
How sweet is this?! Our youngest has an affection toward what he calls his ‘night night tags’ so I can relate to this blanket trouble. Thankfully Joshua’s is to the tag on the blanket, so as long as I can find a small receiving blanket with a satin feeling tag, we’re in good shape.
That does simplify it!! PJ
I have a soft spot for blankies as well. I had one growing up and I loved it best when it was faded because then it was soft. Mom had the material it was made from in her closet and every time I loved it to pieces (literally), she would make me a new one. But every time she did I couldn’t help but feel like it was some foreign object and not my blankie. Always had to wash it a few times before it was where it should be.
I love that you still remember that. That’s awesome and your mom did a great job! LOL PJ
That is just precious!
Thanks, Tarah! Best things I ever crocheted! PJ
My daughter has a blanket she has had since she was a year old. She will be 12 in June. She calls it bear bear, because it has polar bears all over it, and it is super soft. She is getting older now, and she is embarrassed to admit she still has it. I told her I am grown, and I have a favorite blankey, so it is ok. 🙂
That’s awesome. I have teens who still love their blankets!
PJ
I love the blanket story. And what a great thing to do for all your children.
It’s been meaningful to them even as they’ve grown up, so I’m so glad I did it!
PJ
That is so cute! My made me and my sister blankets too.
Good for her! 🙂
PJ