Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Attached

Having been permanently scarred by the removal of my security blanket at a young age, I was determined that I would not go forth and do likewise to my own children...

The best laid plans, right?

Iain appears to have developed a ridiculous attachment to BABY WIPES of all things! Yes, those disposable wet wipes with which you clean off little bums. He carries a baby wipe around with him at all times, occasionally wiping his nose. Sometimes he gets a bit carried away with the nose wiping and he starts to look like Rudolph (the red-nosed-reindeer).

Needless to say, I'm not willing to let him go to bed with a wipe clutched in his pudgy little fist. Sure, they're strong enough to hold up to multiple wipings (of bums and noses...never one after the other!) but I've also seen him pull them to bits, wad them up and place them in his ears. So, the idea of where that wipe might be in the morning: ears, mouth, trachea... well, it's more than enough for me to cruelly pry it out of his fingers. But oh, the tears! I can't believe this is really me doing exactly what I've said I'd never do. Honestly though, who would've thought of wipes?!

Perhaps if I can brainwash him into believing that receiving blankets are really just big wipes...

Wish me luck.

Now, on to the really important stuff...

POLL:

Do the lyrics to a familar children's song go:
1. Head, shoulders, knees and toes...
or
2. Heads, and shoulders, knees and toes

3 comments:

lutra said...

definitely "head, shoulders, knees and toes..."

Reenie said...

yeah, it's definitely Head, Shoulders, knees, and toes (you'll notice that most of us only have one head, and multiple shoulders, knees, and toes...)

and i LOVE that Iain is attached to baby wipes. Bizzare. Although his mother also has a particular affection for them, if my memory serves me right. I remember a certain joyful proclaimation on a road trip "I just gave myself a sponge bath in the rest room with baby wipes and I feel so much better." Maybe the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Maybe you can try cutting a couple white scraps of flannel into a baby wipe sized square.

Jesse Ray said...

LOL about prying the wet wipe out of his hands.

Poll: We always said a third variation:
Head and Shoulders, Knees and toes...(it seems to flow off the tongue).