Puppy

Both of my boys (like most slightly normal children I'm sure) have "lovies". You know, those imperative random items that the kids have to sleep, eat, play, and travel with and God forbid you lose or forget said lovie, because then the entire day is ruined (until the lovie reunion happens). 

Camden's lovie is his snuggly white and blue blankie that his godparents gave him when he was born. He loves it SO much that we actually bought a second one to keep in the car or swap with the dirty one. 

Calen's first lovie is his nasty, torn up, older than dirt yellow blankie that was actually Brad's baby blanket. (and no matter how many beautiful, soft, adorable blankets I'd bring home, he'd still gravitate towards this one). But, it's so destroyed that I'm embarrassed to take it anywhere so we've managed to wean him off of it except during bedtime. 

But it's his other lovie that is the eyebrow raiser. His name is Puppy.

Puppy is...a puppy. A super soft, cuddly, floppy barely stuffed black and white puppy. Sounds normal, right? Except it's not actually a stuffed animal. 

It's a hot water bottle holder.

Puppy

My mom sent it to me almost two years ago when I was struggling with monthly woman pains. But I never got to use it for myself. Right out of the box, 18 month old Calen snatched up that puppy and never gave it back. Even though is has basically no stuffing and a velcro tummy, he just loved his new found friend that he named creatively, Puppy. And the older he got, the more he would leave his yellow blankie behind and get more attached to Puppy. It's ridiculous, but if it makes him happy and keeps me from having to drag around ugly yellow blankie all over Kingdom Come, then by all means, attach yourself to that water bottle holder!

Calen is old enough now where he doesn't have to take Puppy with him on errands or anything crazy. But long car rides and extended stays, forget it. Puppy is coming along. 

 

 

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