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…
Funny! Only one of my seven actually took any kind of comfort item…and she took them all! Blankie, binkie, stuffed lovie. Everything. She made up for the rest I guess:)
HAW!
My kids have never, ever had a lovely – unless you count my son who nursed non-stop from birth until I weaned him abruptly at two.
The only thing Rhett’s missing is a good guard dog. I’ll have to send him our Scooby. Ru-roh!
I think that no oldest child can really and truly understand the heart of a youngest or middle child. All of this crowding, in my opinion, comes from never being a ‘me’ and always being a ‘we’. That grows from brothers to toys to blankets and particularly binkies (notice there are as many binkies as people in his family?).
5 cents please.
I do love the microbe doll.
Some of my best friends are bacteria.
So funny… love the hotdog.
That is hillarious. It kinda had that ameba look to it…..medical people, their kinda twisted.
I love it! Where can I get one? Or other microbes, etc. in stuffed animal form. That’s hysterical!
Ok, well it took my comment, but who knows where it ended up! LOL!
cutie. cutie, cutie cutie.