Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Hmm, not what I was expecting. "It won't look the same and it won't smell the same," I informed him.
He then proceeds to question me about the origins of the blanket, who bought it, where did it come from, etc. I give him the lowdown that the blanket would definitely not be the same; as Aunt Daphne bought it at TJ Maxx and we would never be able to find the same one.
He contemplates this.
"We can get a different one as long as it has a tag."
At first I start to fall for this logic. It may be a couple of nights before it gets the appropriate smell, but surely it won't take long. Then we can be back in tag heaven and not have anything to worry about. Except then I think, well, in another four years when he is eight will we be buying another blanket? Every four years, for who knows how long will we need to replace a blanket for Jac to get to sleep and soothe himself in the middle of the night? How long will this go on, do I care, should I care?
The shock that went past my face must have been extraordinary. Literally, she just through an enormous fit one week ago because it had to be washed. She has also had her blanket from birth. Her Aunt Misty gaves us the fluffiest, silkiest blanket ever. I knew that I needed to have it with her at all times when she was an infant for her to bond with it. Well, bond with it she did.