I know that I have posted before about Boston's attachment to his blanket....and particularly his "big one." Well I broke him of that nasty habit many months ago before we ever moved. Some how when we moved he happened to dig up that stinkin blanket and reverted back to his old ways of laying with it, sleeping with it, drinking his sippy cup with it....always having to have that big dirty piece of fabric wrapped around his fingers. I was shocked that he would turn so quickly after not having thought about it for even a second for months. ...right back to always needing it and wanting it. So I quickly got irritated with is obsessive need for that stupid blanket that I had many thoughts of taking it outside and burning it.....I decided against that.....thought it might traumatize him just a little bit (I read Aunt Peggy's blog). So one night I crept into his room and pulled it off him while he slept. I hid that blanket never to be found again by my little one...although I am wondering if I should just dispose of it. What if he finds it two years from now? Will he revert right back? Can I risk that? Hahaha ok a little dramatic. Anyway he woke up the next morning of course freaking out that he couldn't find it. I told him it must be lost. By the end of the day (after spending some time with his tough dad) he was telling us he didn't need his blanket and that he could "punch the monsters in the face without it..." I glad he realized his is so brave without his blanket.
In loving memory (not really loving, but whatever).....
I don't know if this picture does it justice...but there is the famous "big one." Can you see it?
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