moosh in indy.

Allow me to bring up a touchy subject to many toddlers and parents. Woobies.
Loveys.
Gygys.
Schmoopsies.
the moosh has a woobie, and on the list of things to save from a burning house woobie is a step below the moosh and tied with photo albums. Woobie is that important. I made woobie out of a scrap of furry purple material and a bunch of velvet ribbons. Woobie is loved. Yes, a little funny looking and most of the time smells like sweaty baby mixed with hair product. But woobie has gotten the moosh through surgery, through flights from hell, through sickness, through Disneyland.

My question to you is what is your kid’s woobie and what’s whoobie’s name? Underwear? A threadbare blanket? A saucy piece of your lingere you thought you had well hidden? A stuffed animal who’s no longer recognizable? And to what lengths would you go to replace said woobie? Nothing could shock me after seeing this kid’s woobie, a wig. I know, a wig. But if the woobie works, who cares?
A wig is the weirdest one I’ve ever seen, c’mon out do the wig. (Sorry dude.)

*to anyone with google reader, I apologize about my old posts coming up today, I was doing some editing since moodswingingmommy scared the begeezus out of me last night.*

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Neither of my kids had/have a woobie. I tried. Oh, how I tried. Because instead of a woobie they just wanted my boobies. Nurse, nurse, nurse…that was the cure for whatever ails you per my kids (at least while young; when older it might be gamecube).

Only one of my kids had a “woobie”.
And not just one…Blanky, July, Magic, Elmo, and Goalie. Yes, she has slept with these every night for the last 10 years:o

I know, I know. The wig is pretty messed up. Some days I wish we never gave it to him cause now he can hardly sleep without it. But most of the time I am just so glad that it puts him to sleep that I wonder if its a good idea to take it away. We used to let him have it all the time. Now he only gets it at sleepy times when he is in his crib. Eventually we might break him of it?

My youngest has a “woop” It’s an old burp cloth that is so ragged that I’m getting scared to wash it, but I’m also scared of the smell, that one night it will suffocate him in his sleep!

He’s four, and I’m starting to think it might be time to retire it. I don’t think he’s on the same page, though.

Tilly never had anything, but Freya has “The E,” which is short for snugglie. God forbid I leave the house without it, not only will she not sleep, but if, on the off chance that she is so tired that she passes out in the car anyway, she wakes up every ten minutes crying for it and wimpers softly in between. It’s a green cotton baby blanket, kind of nice still, but well on its way to being little green shreds of baby love.

We have Lou Bear. If anything sinister ever happens to Lou Bear, Peanut will surely have THE TANTRUM of all tantrums and his head will probably spin off.

Blue Blankie for the Spare. He’s sorta outgrown it so if I had to chose between it and albums in a fire, it would be albums.

The Heir had a stuffed puppy. We had a back up.

I totally can’t outdo a wig.

Stinkerbell had 2 Memes. They were originally named Me, then Meme. Now it’s just blanket or blankey. There were 2 nearly identical ones, and that was sheer unintentional genius on my part. Both were gifts, but super soft and thin like tshirts and cool over a sweaty mad crying face. They are so sad and holey now but still very much loved.

For Lucky, I bought two identical blankets that I thought would be his Meme. Unfortunately, I chose ones that are much thicker and I don’t like them as much – yes, I don’t like them, not him. So I don’t give them to him often. I do, however, give him dish towels and wash cloths to hold and play with a lot. God help my boy. He’ll snuggle dish towels! (They’re nice, clean, new, unstained ones at least!)

i never had one…but, I did have 4 imaginary friends: Laundry, Costa, Rabbit, and Mr Helson…

no idea how i came up with their names…

To this very day, being 21 years old and with a masters degree, I have a blanket. Not only do I have a blanket, but I have a gee gee, whoobie, nap blanket, lap blanket, and giant blanket. As you know, these blankets aren’t for pulling out on rainy days. Every freaking one of them must accompany me to bed each night.

Nacho, being the sweet and adorable future husband that he is, bought me my newest addition this weekend – the nap blanket. I don’t think it was until he saw me break down into convulsions at the thought of leaving the blanket at the store that he realized what a sick obsession I have. He finally came to the realization that the obsession is to such an extreme that he’ll be sleeping with that blanket on our wedding night.

My oldest had a blankie that she threw up on one night… I had to throw it away, but I was sure to get my keester to the store the next day for a replacement. My three year old has a Barefoot Dreams blanket- $65 thank you very much-needless to say, I will NEVA lose that sucker! It is pretty ugly now-dingy grey instead of pretty pink, and she has a certain corner that she stuffs in her nose to smell while she sucks her fingers. Nice.

Adorable pic!

DS1 has a blanket that he sleeps with or just holds. He doesn’t take it out places, but he would if we let him.

I have a friend that I grew up with who still has her “blankie”. In college, she traveled around Europe and a hotel maid threw her blankie in the laundry with the sheets and my friend pitched a HUGE fit. She made them go and find the blanket.

Blankets. Jothan from Gymboree, Emmaree, furry little lovablankets from K Mart of all places. We have about a dozen of each that I rotated since they were born, the whoobie was forced upon them, but I had so many (all different) that they never cared what color it was, as long as the fabric was the same. Worked like a charm, except when they find all 12 and have to carry them around the house, the store, the car…that kind of sucks.

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