When Helene was first born, she received a small "blankie" as a gift. It has been the love of her life ever since. It was about 1 foot square, flannel on one side, silk on the other, . . . just a small thing to snuggle. It was light pink. I can't find a picture of the exact one online, but this is basically what it looked like (except pink instead of blue and with silk ruffles around the edges).
It has been lost and found many times since then, once missing for almost 6 months. Here is a picture of her with it when she was 3. (I haven't figured out this Mac yet. I rotated this picture on iPhoto, but it is not staying rotated when I upload it to Blogger. Argh.) It had lost some color by this point, looking more off-white than pink.
And here she is with Blankie now. The poor thing is totally in shreds and mostly dingy brown, but she loves it more than ever. Helene will turn 6 in two days. I wonder if she'll be ready to give up Blankie before Blankie gives up the ghost. I told her tonight that I was taking a picture so we'd always remember Blankie, even after she (yes, Blankie is a she) was completely in shreds and all worn out. Helene cried at the thought.
It was left at our house a few times. "What is this thing?", I said. Sydney explained how important it was to her best friend.
ReplyDeleteAt least it is a "blankie" -- another friend of ours has a daughter that calls her blanket "skanky". "Where is my skanky?", she would say. Uh...what?
When blankie goes to blankie heaven, just get her a cat. ;)
ReplyDeleteNO
ReplyDeleteNo more cats.
None.
... Unless you know a good recipe.