I’ve crocheted each of the children their own baby blankets. Those of you who know us personally know that these blankets come with us everywhere. (Ok – Brett leaves hers at home most of the time 
Since they’re dragged around everywhere, the blankets tend to get rather filthy. But they don’t get washed very often because the children won’t release them long enough for me to get them in the washing machine.
But I successfully managed to grab them the other day and wash them when nobody was looking.
Later on that day I was working on the computer and Emery came to me and said, “Mom, we have a problem.”
Now most of you mothers know how much I dread hearing those words. In this house it could mean anything from, the barn is flooded to the goats ate the apple trees, to Colter broke off his front permanent tooth, or equally disastrous events.
As I anxiously awaited what Emery was going to declare, in storms Indigo with this mad look on her face, blanket in hand, as she announces, “This NOT me blanket.”
I looked at her blanket, wow, I didn’t know it could still get that bright yellow.
“Yes it is sweetie, Mommy just washed it for you.”
“This NOT me blanket.”
So I wrapped it around her shoulders and snuggled with her on my lap. Now normally, she holds the blanket fringe in her right hand while she sucks her right thumb. I noticed she was only sucking her thumb and not holding the blanket. So I kept trying to shove the fringe into her fingers. But she held them tightly closed and was having none of it.
“This NOT me blanket.”
Hmmmm….. Now what?
Sudden inspiration! I told Brett, “Go rub the blanket all around in your bed and put Indigo down for a nap.”
Brett did that, laid it out flat and put Indigo to bed on top of it.
A couple of hours later, Indigo woke up and exclaimed, “Me FOUND me blanket!”
A good ending and a picture of Indigo asleep with “me blanket”.
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