Apparently the lesson this week in nursery was about gratitude. Claire's teacher brought her to me in Relief Society for a potty-break and she was so excited to tell me that she had drawn a picture of her "purple
woobie". When I picked her up after class I was told that they drew things that they were thankful for.
The purple
woobie actually started out as a pink
woobie. The Relief Society had brought over a rather odd-shaped pink fleece blanket to welcome Claire into the world. It was too small to really use so I just threw it over the back of the rocking chair in the nursery. One day while snuggling, Claire reached back and grabbed it. She pulled it to her face, sucked her thumb and went right to sleep. She took such a liking to it I had to get more, just in case! However, not just any fleece would do, I ended up calling the R.S. president to find out where it had come from. When we got to Jo-Ann's Claire reached right out to touch the purple fleece, so that is what we got! I just bought a little bit and cut it into two snuggle sized pieces. We would rotate
between pink and both purples, but when one purple got lost, the pink one lost its luster and Claire wanted nothing to do with it. We have tried to buy more "back-up"
woobies, but they just aren't the same. The way this one curls up on the edges just so is irreplaceable.
The purple
woobie is obviously an important part of
Boo's life. She doesn't sleep without it and nothing fixes tears better! Over the summer we had a real scare with the
woobie. We had been up
to visit friends in Clinton and didn't get home until after midnight. In putting Claire to bed we realized the
woobie was gone. The tantrum of all tantrums
ensued. We searched the entire house and retraced our steps of the day. The last time I remembered seeing it was at lunchtime at Wendy's. Daddy saved the day by calling Wendy's to see if we had left it there and sure enough, there it was! The dining area was closed, but since you can "Eat great, even late" Steve went through the drive-
thru. Claire was so thrilled to see him walk through the door with the purple
woobie! I guess it is part of her babyhood, but we just can't let go! I know she won't take it to kindergarten, so what is it hurting? It's just part of what makes Claire...Claire.
The purple woobie actually started out as a pink woobie. The Relief Society had brought over a rather odd-shaped pink fleece blanket to welcome Claire into the world. It was too small to really use so I just threw it over the back of the rocking chair in the nursery. One day while snuggling, Claire reached back and grabbed it. She pulled it to her face, sucked her thumb and went right to sleep. She took such a liking to it I had to get more, just in case! However, not just any fleece would do, I ended up calling the R.S. president to find out where it had come from. When we got to Jo-Ann's Claire reached right out to touch the purple fleece, so that is what we got! I just bought a little bit and cut it into two snuggle sized pieces. We would rotate between pink and both purples, but when one purple got lost, the pink one lost its luster and Claire wanted nothing to do with it. We have tried to buy more "back-up" woobies, but they just aren't the same. The way this one curls up on the edges just so is irreplaceable.
The purple woobie is obviously an important part of Boo's life. She doesn't sleep without it and nothing fixes tears better! Over the summer we had a real scare with the woobie. We had been up to visit friends in Clinton and didn't get home until after midnight. In putting Claire to bed we realized the woobie was gone. The tantrum of all tantrums ensued. We searched the entire house and retraced our steps of the day. The last time I remembered seeing it was at lunchtime at Wendy's. Daddy saved the day by calling Wendy's to see if we had left it there and sure enough, there it was! The dining area was closed, but since you can "Eat great, even late" Steve went through the drive-thru. Claire was so thrilled to see him walk through the door with the purple woobie! I guess it is part of her babyhood, but we just can't let go! I know she won't take it to kindergarten, so what is it hurting? It's just part of what makes Claire...Claire.
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WE are also fans of blankies at our house. Johnny has worn out his 2nd quilt almost completely while Sarah rotates between two blankies. It was three until a few weeks ago when she lost one a Disneyland. Fortunately, she has the other 2 but I can tell you that she was beside herself and still asks about where green blankie is. Johnny tells her its gone to blankie heaven with Jesus.
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