Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Lovey at first sight?

As a child I always had a favorite toy that I took everywhere with me. My mom tells me that I loved Curious George, but I don't remember liking him all that much. (I loved mine to pieces and they gave me my cousin's doll. I must have known they were different on some level.)

I had a doll called a La Baby when I was in the second grade. I named her Cindy and she looked like a real sleeping baby. I carried her everywhere with me. Then I got my Cabbage Patch Kid Albert Bruno. He was a lefty and had two teeth. He also wanted to be a ballerina.

I moved from him to a big stuffed polar bear that I (very creatively) named Snowy. Snowy still lives with us. I didn't take him to college, but he's moved everywhere else with me. He's keeping company with Little Elvis' toys now.

As someone who obviously built strong connections with her toys, I wanted Little Elvis to do the same. I wanted him to have a lovey that he would love to pieces and that I would have to sneak out of the crib at night to secretly wash. I've romanticized this, and I'm sure moms who have to deal with this would tell me I do NOT want such an attachment.

Little Elvis has two soft bears and a blue blanket that he sleeps with every night. The bears are super squishy and smallish, and the blanket is a winter blanket. This summer, I tried covering him with a lighter blanket, but left his fuzzy blue blanket on the side of the crib. It's always in there with him when he wakes up.

He sometimes takes the bears out of the crib with him, but they are dropped like a bad habit the second he sees something more interesting.

This weekend, something changed.

Little Elvis and I did a baby consignment sale by ourselves. You can't use a stroller in these sales, and I knew I wasn't going to brave the harness in a place that would have toys and games laid out along the floor.

On Saturday morning, I parked way out in the boonies, and strapped my 30 pound boy in the hip sling that has been collecting cobwebs for months.

I told him that if he was nice, I would buy him a present. After he waited an interminable amount of time for me to get him some new shoes, we headed to the toy table. I spied a cute teddy bear dressed as a football player and showed it to him, but he had no time for it. His eyes were glued to something else.

Little Elvis was pointing to a big, red dog. My son spotted Clifford and it was love at first sight. He squeezed that big stuffed animal between the two of us and hugged and licked (yes) on it.
Once we got home, I decided to throw caution to the wind and take us to the neighborhood celebration. It was hot. He had to take Clifford in his stroller. He hugged that big red dog during the entire walk in the 90-plus degree heat.

He hugged that hot dog while crying when each bad karaoke singer stopped singing. He hugged that dog while Mommy sang during the entire uphill walk home. (Maybe not entire, but it felt like it.)
He took it with him to nursery at the church.
My son had found his lovey!

At least for the weekend... He hasn't given Clifford much lovin' since Sunday. Bob and I will bring Clifford out and Little Elvis will hug on him and tackle him. Then he'll run to his cars, or his blocks, or his books, or the kitchen, leaving poor old Clifford by himself.

It was a sweet weekend, though!

8 Comments:

Blogger Laura said...

Awwww - that is so cute. Each of my boys have a lovey too - Madigan, well, she never really took to a stuffed animal - but I thin she will be a Linis - she has fallen for her bed quilt - so now, my 19 month old is waking around with a HUGE blanket!!!! I like the Clifford idea better!

6:05 AM  
Blogger mpotter said...

that's great.
i also was fond of some things as a kid. i had my blankie- "coco". i also had my drowsy doll and she was sooooo whiny!!! "maaamaaaa i wanna drink a waaaaaaaatttteeeeerrr"
then there was clemson- a tiger pillow that i named clemson since my bro was a clemson tiger fan. i'm very original. interestingly enough, i "hated" clemson.(the team). yeah. i was 7. whatever.
more interestingly than that is i ended up GRADUATING FROM clemson! ha.
and even better than that, my friend on the 3rd floor had the EXACT SAME TIGER PILLOW. it made me wish i had mine.

hope little elvis catches on...

12:07 PM  
Blogger Mighty Morphin' Mama said...

Adorable! My kids are each attached to special lovey's to various degrees. There are definitely upsides and downsides to that attachment.
What great hugging pictures, he is so adorable.

Thanks for the congrats and well wishes, we are doing great.

12:40 PM  
Blogger Kristi said...

Very cute! Isabella loves Clifford too. Her lovey, though, is a dog named Charlie, which she affectionately calls "My Charlie." And she cannot go to sleep without it!

6:14 PM  
Blogger Lainey-Paney said...

Awwwww!
Hey, Clifford!

8:54 PM  
Blogger Marla said...

Very sweet. I had a blankie I called "B". I loved that thing and slept with it well into my teens. I wish I still had it but one day when I wanted to be "all grown up" I threw it out. I still regret doing so.

Clifford is too cute!

8:31 AM  
Blogger The Burp Cloth Babe said...

So cute! We don't have a lovey yet either... My childhood best friend had a serious lovey (Called Baby Cindy, I might add.) She couldn't come over without it, and I never understood the attachment. However, the Mini Hunk really loves his blanket...we will see if the attachment grows. All kids are different, I guess.

3:19 PM  
Blogger MoziEsmé said...

Aw- how sweet!

No lovey here yet, but I admit I've been trying to avoid it. I rotate blankets and hide animals from time to time and she never misses them. I grew up in a highly sentimental family and have always been fighting against it. Sad, I know.

5:22 PM  

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