When Rhett arrived, I half-heartedly pushed the binky. It was out of habit and without hope. To my surprise it took. He was officially a boy with a binky.
Binky + Boy = Love.
So I declared it…
Ryan had a teddy.
Reid had a blanket.
Rhett had a binky.
All was right with the world. I could keep up with three things. One special item for each boy. No problem.
And then Rhett decided that one binky just wasn’t enough. If more was better than four was best.
FOUR B’S!
So, four B’s it was. They were small. I could slip them into my purse or in a corner of the diaper bag.
Then he decided he needed animals to take a nap.
Not just one animal, but MANY animals.
Alright, animals. Animals we have. Animals he loves.
And then he decided he needed blankets.
Not just one blanket, but MANY blankets.
Alright, blankets we have. Blankets he loves.
The crib was crowded.
Crowded with love.
*Rewind*
One of these things is not like the other.
One of these things just doesn’t belong…
Oh, that is Rhett’s “hot dog”.
It is on the A-list of loveys.
Who can fall asleep without a hot dog?
Yep, Rhett’s “hot dog” is actually Shigella the microbe that causes a stomach ache.
Maybe Rhett’s family has attended one too many health profession vendor fairs…
M…mm…mmmyyy Shigella!
Sorry. 🙂
I’ve seen those germ lovies! How funny! My two girls never took a pacifier, to my dismay, I tried so hard!
What the heck? You haven’t been in my bloglines for days…I thought you were on vacation, and now I realize that my bloglines are just malfunctioning. Hmph. Well, here I am.
Nice Shigella, by the way.
My daughter is using a flashdrive at school that says “Prometrium.” (A drug rep gave it to me.) I wonder if any of her classmates have any idea what that’s all about!
It seems clear to me – Rhett is destined to become a polygamist. You may as well start breaking the news – ever so gradually – to his grandparents. At a minimum, they’ll need to pace themselves on the size of the wedding presents.