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…
omg…that is too funny. He is carrying around a germ!
As for the binky….well….we have them. A LOT of them. And we constantly lose them and I am forever stocking up on more. I think the thumb would have been totally easier!
Not only does Eli still use pacis at night, he prefers them “linty” Like carpet lint. Ick
xoxo, SG
A hot dog-shaped, microbed-named lovey…lovely! THIS is a new one, for sure. Ah, well, as long as he’s sleeping.
I’m seeing Chicken Love too!
That is one high maintainence kid! Only my youngest has had any lovies. He has two “Boos” blankies that he has been weaning himself off of.
That is so cute! I didn’t know they even made stomach-virus stuffies. Who’da thunk it?
My son was a paci addict too. His bed is covered in strange stuffed things although your sons stomach bug takes the cake, and then throws it back up again
Seriously? Apparently the comedy apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Do you know what kind of therapy this is going to take to repair? “Yes, when I was a baby I slept with a giant microbe…” I think you should offer to pick up the bill NOW.
You got a shout out today at The Glamorous Life Association. I am sure you will be so unproud!
I thought that didn’t look like a hotdog but like some kind of strange bacteria. *lol*
Who knows, he may end up growing up to be the dude who cures the common cold…which I have another one of. Yipee!
My daughter is much the same…well except she doesn’t sleep with stuffed tummy microbes. Nope she’s got the entire cast and crew of Sesame Street in bed with her.
Something about what I just wrote seems….wrong.
AGH! That is freakin me out!
My boy is attached to Sam the Lamb and ONE Binky. It has to be the orange binky. You can not substitute any other binkies. Therefore, orange binky can never be lost or left at home when you go away for the weekend or else you have to drive all over Park City until you find the right binky, chew on it yourself to break it in and hope child doesn’t notice.