Run With The Fishes

Last Friday, the inevitable happened. Allison lost her blanket.

She has had this blanket since before she was born. It was snuggly and soft, and she woudn’t sleep without it. Anywhere Allie was sleeping, the blanket went with her. We tried to make sure that if the blanket travelled around town with us that it stayed in the car. You know, to keep it clean. At least that’s the reason we gave Allison.

Friday at Nathan’s football practice, Allison was cranky and tired. It was also starting to get cold outside so I thought it would be ok for her to snuggle up in her blanket. Warmth and non-fussiness ensued. On our way to the car after practice, Allison called out, “Hey, where’s my blanket?”.

As soon as she said it, I just knew the blanket had vanished forever. We looked around the practice field, asked some other moms, but didn’t see it that night. We were hopeful that maybe one of the other parents picked it up and it would be returned at Saturday’s football game. No such luck. Noone had seen it.

Friday night bedtime was rough. Saturday I thought that maybe we could find an identical copy of her blanket at Walmart. This year they have a new style of blanket, so that option was out. Instead I got her a new, big girl blanket. Same snuggly softness as the orignal, but 3x’s bigger. For the first 5 seconds she was excited to have it. Then, she threw it down and told me to “TAKE IT BACK TO WALMART! It’s not my blanket, I need MY blanket.” Crying, “Please Mom, I just want my pooh bear blanket”. Yeah, I felt terrible.

She holds onto the new blanket, fusses that it isn’t her old blanket for a while, then goes to sleep. Each night since then, it has gotten a little better. Except when she wakes up in the middle of the night crying because she doesn’t have her blanket.