That's My Boy!

I'm happy to report that Little H finally latched on to a security item.



One day I caught him snuggling on the couch with this blanket his Aunt Jessica made for him. He was just laying there. How often does that happen?

Sadly the blanket happens to be huge, so it makes it hard to travel with. So I made him some smaller versions.




While we are on the subject of Little H I must mention his cute obsession with my jewelery.

I'll loop my earrings around his ears and he'll shake his head so he can hear the rattle. And every morning he pulls out one of my fake pearl necklaces and wraps it around his neck.




Perhaps it should worry me, but I just find it to be the cutest thing in the world.

Reunited!

Meet Ruby!

You may be thinking one of two things: "Why aren't there photos of the dog?" or "Why is she posting about a dog that we all know she has?"

Actually this is a post about this "Ruby"



This "Ruby" was swiped off the shelves at Shopko while mom was looking for window shades. Big H's eyes got big as he picked it up and happily exclaimed "Ruby! Ruby!"

Then, to put the cherry on top of the cuteness cake, he snuggled it close to his chest and gave me a huge smile.



The fact is that this is not an unusual sight. Every stuffed animal gets this loving adoration from Big H- and it also gets named "Ruby". But didn't mean that this emotional pregnant mom didn't continue to pace around the store, trying to stall while I thought up a plan to take away the "Ruby".

Perhaps a bribe with candy? Nah! It was close to lunch time and it's hard enough to get them to eat without a tummy full of sweets. Take it away and let him cry while we make our way to the car? That would probably have been the best choice, but my pregnant heart could not take it.



The toy was just the right price: cheap enough for buying it not to be totally ridiculous, but expensive enough for me to feel a twinge of guilt for spending so frivolously. Craig called me while I debated in my head, and I asked him if I could just buy the Giraffe. He said it was fine, so we walked out of the store with a new "Ruby".



For days the "Ruby" never left his side. He'd go to sleep with it, wake up with it in his hand and he'd carry it all through the house- and to the doctors office. He even shared it with his brother who also happens to be quite fond of it.

Sadly this "Ruby" is out of commission for the week because it happened to be in the same bed as the poopy diaper Big H managed to take off the other day.

I'm sure there will be untold excitement when Big H is reunited with his "Ruby".

What Better Name for a Dog

We found this stuffed dog in a parking lot when I was pregnant with the boys, and my pregnant emotions persuaded me to take it home and wash it. Now it's become one of the toys that we are trying to turn into security objects for the boys. Both boys like the dog, but Big H had a bear that he liked to so I gave Little H the dog. But after this sweet little display how could I not let Big H have the dog.



As it turns out all toy- stuffed or plastic- animals are Ruby. But I still let him have the dog. Little H isn't really taking to security items, but Big H is. He hangs on to blankets, stuffed animals, etc. He likes to feel secure.

P.S. For those that don't know our little mini dachshund is named Ruby.