Blankie

The Caboose LOVES his blankie. It's got yummy, thick, fleece on one side and silk on the other. We always know when he's getting tired because he will ask for his blankie and start sucking his thumb.

Recognizing this, Santa wisely brought a back-up blanket. However, sometime between Christmas and the 4th of July, the original blankie was lost. No problem. We just kept a close eye out on the remaining blankie.

Until last night.

It was time to put the Caboose to bed when we realized that blankie had been left at Nanna and Grandpa's house.

8:00 "I'll just give him another blanket. I'm sure he'll be fine."

9:00 "Well, maybe he just needs to be cuddled a bit."

10:00 "I wonder if my pajama top with the silky lining with work."

11:00 "I think you need to go pick up the blankie."

So this afternoon while running errands, we stopped by the store to pick up this:

A new blankie, with yummy, thick, fleece on one side and silk on the other. It's a replacement for the replacement. Only problem now is that he's started calling my pajama top "blankie" and is insisting on holding both his blankie and my PJs.

Maybe I need to pick up some backup pajamas?

I Don't Want to Grow Up!

Big Boy #1 and I were reading Harry Potter together before bed when he asked me if he would be able to come home for Christmas once he was in college. Although I said "Of course!" he started to cry. For those of you who have managed to avoid the world of wands and wizards, Harry never goes home over Christmas holiday. (With Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon there, why would he want to?)

Apparently the mere thought that you don't, by definition, get home for Christmas was enough to terrify my poor nine year old son.

BB1 started enumerating all the problems of going away to college. Top on his list was the idea that we wouldn't see each other every day. I tried to explain that there would come a time when that wouldn't seem quite so awful to him. He couldn't imagine it.

"I don't want to grow up!"

Hmm. As much as I hate to see my child so upset, I have to admit that I am dreading the day when he will leave. What's worse is that I'm pretty sure it will be harder for me than him. I have to say that I love that BB1 can't stand the idea of being without me.

So bud, in response to your statement, I'm not so convinced I want you to grow up either.

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The Great Outdoors

What I love about camping:
1. Time with our family

2. Being in a beautiful environment.

There are simply not enough trees around where we live!

3. Disconnecting from all electronics.

OK, the DVD player in the car on the way up doesn't count. 'Cuz really, that's just so we are even capable of enjoying reason #1 of why I love to camp.

What I hate about camping:
1. I don't sleep well.
2. I worry the whole time.
We were constantly in the midst of water, fire or steep cliffs.
With a two year old. A very active two year old.
3. There are huge amounts of preparation and put-away.

Why we go camping:
1. The boys love it.
2. It's an easy, close getaway.
3. All things considered, it's worth it.