Don't take my Wooby

So, I remember being a little girl and having my mom wash my stuffed animal called "Fluffy". Naptimes weren't the same without the little guy by my side. I made the mistake of washing all of Oskar's crib snugglies. Most of all, he missed his Monkey Lovey. I tried to pretend that a yellow cow teething blanket and burb cloth were suitable substitutes...would he really know the difference? Yup. Cries of anguish....desperate searching with his eyes and body lunging all over the place. A sad, sad morning nap. I stayed with him until he fell asleep which is typically not needed with his wooby draped over the side of this face and a corner firmly in his mouth. It seemed to take forever...he would cry and appear to be asleep, then wake up, look around for his wooby or so is my interpretation, and then fall back whimpering. The first of many guilty moments for me.

I thought I had ordered a set of 3 as backups for this very reason, but somehow they never came and no order receipt was in my inbox. Amazon.com to the rescue, a few more woobies are on their way. We will see how he fares with the puppy and giraffe versions....yes, there is an extra monkey coming. Incidentally, he sucks on the knot of the blanket so after a week or so, it has a pungent odor that requires banishment to the washing machine.