A very rare and ground breaking moment took place in our house yesterday, something that happens only once in a blue moon, it took some covert operations tactics from me and my Mom but we did it, what are we talking about you may say? The answer..
WE WASHED HARRY'S BLANKET!!
OK OK you may think and??
But this is no ordinary blanket, this is the special blanket, one that's lovingly known as 'MANKY BLANKIE'
When Harry was born it was March and it had not been too cold we had brought a few different types of blankets, fleecy, cellular, fluffy, but the day we got home from the hospital it was a bit colder so out came the woolly blue blanket, and that's where the love affair started, from that day on he would not have any other blanket, he knew it wasn't his blankie. He like to rub it onto his face and poke his fingers and toes through the holes when hes sleepy.
|harry with my brother|
Yesterday morning the blanket was practically crawling into the washer itself it was that manky, so whilst his attention was on Mr Tumble on Cbeebies we swooped and put it in the washer. Within seconds he knew it was missing, his spidey sensed must of been twitching, he ran into the kitchen to find it spinning around in the washer, he was banging and pointing and tried the handle a few times, the panic on his face was clear. Bless him he was so worried.
I love that my dude has a blanket, used to have one too that i dragged all around with me where ever i went, and Harry's daddy had a lamb that was his comfort, so much comfort in fact hes dropped apart and only had 3 legs and no ears now!
What does your baby use for comfort?
Love Lucy x