tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post6785842770350212367..comments2023-10-23T06:31:49.539-07:00Comments on Hollywood Flakes: Baby Security BlanketUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-46106183673003224472007-10-02T20:34:00.000-07:002007-10-02T20:34:00.000-07:00my husband still sleeps with his baby blanket over...my husband still sleeps with his baby blanket over his eyes EVERY NIGHT! he says it is because it is of the perfect wieght so he won't get rid of it. I mean it, if he doesn't have it over his eyes everynight, he will not sleep.<BR/><BR/>ahh, i am so proudAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-28899940522434025632007-10-02T18:55:00.000-07:002007-10-02T18:55:00.000-07:00this was a great post. i am so glad that it had a...this was a great post. i am so glad that it had a happy ending. it really got me right there.CACKELhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02560198221739473197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-23571144691378911212007-10-02T11:23:00.000-07:002007-10-02T11:23:00.000-07:00Sarah Flake...to a toddler, that is the equivalent...Sarah Flake...to a toddler, that is the equivalent of saying, "I'm sorry honey, I put your father down the garbage disposal." <BR/>I'm SO glad you found that blanket, for both of your sakes!Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14715052085806922197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1740037631329919662007-10-01T12:54:00.000-07:002007-10-01T12:54:00.000-07:00When my first was born and it came time to buy som...When my first was born and it came time to buy some sort of lovey I decided to go with an animal instead of a blanket. So I bought this adorable stuffed cat and we named him Bob because she used to chant "ba-ba-ba-ba-ba.." endlessly. Plus, Bob Cat - that's cute. She loved Bob. She slept with Bob - same story as everybody else. But here's the kicker. I heard stories like yours so I went out and bought a second "Bob" that I figured would either be a replacement at some ratty moment - or it would be this great keepsake when she was older to pass on to her daughter or something. SHE DOESN'T LOVE BOB ANYMORE! She moved on to "snowball" the dog. So now I have a Bob in my closet and a Bob in her room and nobody loves either one of them. <BR/>You just can't win.Nancy Sabinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15713260519511130162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-37964086443359154992007-10-01T11:35:00.000-07:002007-10-01T11:35:00.000-07:00just really, really good writing.just really, really good writing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-72799341299143063952007-10-01T08:47:00.000-07:002007-10-01T08:47:00.000-07:00Glad it was still there! My brother had a blanket...Glad it was still there! My brother had a blanket like that. Thread bare and a huge mess... he eventually gave it up packing it everywhere, but he still slept with it for a long time. As a matter of fact, he might still sleep with it now! (he's 23... )Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14908930035466483151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-10913410437333857332007-10-01T08:06:00.000-07:002007-10-01T08:06:00.000-07:00Thank goodness it was still there! I don't even wa...Thank goodness it was still there! I don't even want to think of what post we would have read if the blankie had gone to the other place. eeeek!Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15676098515413550062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-32230411512837257122007-09-30T17:20:00.000-07:002007-09-30T17:20:00.000-07:00this post was great and the comments were even fun...this post was great and the comments were even funnier! i'm going try hard not to let jocelyn get attached to any inanimate objects. maybe we should get her a dog instead.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13690981628936123135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-31819388360045686872007-09-30T14:48:00.000-07:002007-09-30T14:48:00.000-07:00When I was a kid I had a pillow made of satin that...When I was a kid I had a pillow made of satin that I called my slippery pillow. My Mom said it was not washable. It got drooled on, dripped on with red popcicle, left on the floor...it was a mess. It was my security. Mom made a pillowcase for it to hide the ick, but I liked the smooth, slippery feel of it, so I often took the pillowcase off. My parents constantly threatened to throw it out. I even walked in my sleep once and put it in the dirty clothes.<BR/>One day my Dad got rid of it (I was probably six years old or so). It never came back. I am still angry about it. <BR/>I say they should have washed it anyhow. You did the right thing getting Penny's blanket back for her.Heffalumphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13166154112206680302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-91986919433828892912007-09-30T12:16:00.000-07:002007-09-30T12:16:00.000-07:00My brothers cut up my blanket into little "swatche...My brothers cut up my blanket into little "swatches" and hid them throughout the house when I was about 5. Having older brothers really sucked back then, now they are just ok. (j/k. they really have grown up!)Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12347410026977762747noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-20359854380125614332007-09-30T07:56:00.000-07:002007-09-30T07:56:00.000-07:00My sister loved silky things as a child. She woul...My sister loved silky things as a child. She would stand next to my mom wrapped around her leg sucking her thumb on one hand and the other hand up my mom's dress feeling her slip between her fingers. Mom my was trying to get my sister to stop putting her hand up her dress and would scold her when she did. This was no good because my sister then didn't get to feel her silky like she wanted to. Well, after a few weeks of this 'Battle of the Silky' we were at church and my sister was sitting on my dad's lap sucking her thumb when all of a sudden my dad looks down at her at sees that she has pulled a pair of my mom's red silky underwear (you know the kind) out of her pocket and was rubbing them on one side of her face. My dad about blew a gasket. He is not one to see the humor in the situation AT ALL! After church that day my mom took one of her slips and made a 'Silky Blanket' out of it for my sister.<BR/> <BR/>A Ladies Slip - $30<BR/><BR/>Binding and lace to put around the "BLANKET" - $10<BR/><BR/>Getting my dad to agree to not throw the 'Silky' away - I really don't want to know<BR/><BR/>Keeping her toddlers hand out from under my mom's dress and the red silky underwear at home - Pricelesspflower10https://www.blogger.com/profile/04200159039339534493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-82823148635846507312007-09-29T19:57:00.000-07:002007-09-29T19:57:00.000-07:00That story actually made me want to cry. I have t...That story actually made me want to cry. I have to admit that I am as attached to my girls' blankets as they are....not surprising as seeing how I still slept with my blue baby blanket until a couple of years ago when my 4 year old took possession of it...sometimes I lay down with her just to find comfort in it's cuddle.Emma Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388909151075041809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-60797724680344625332007-09-29T19:09:00.000-07:002007-09-29T19:09:00.000-07:00When I was a kid I had a blankie. One Christmas m...When I was a kid I had a blankie. One Christmas my mom told me that if I put it under the Christmas tree that Santa would take it to somebody that needed. I don't remember ever needing anything again for that sense of security.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13538567212903248052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-69254438716871354042007-09-29T16:32:00.000-07:002007-09-29T16:32:00.000-07:00My sister burned my blankie. I have never been ab...My sister burned my blankie. I have never been able to find anything as soft.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16575936726304867096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-64083834974769988582007-09-29T12:57:00.000-07:002007-09-29T12:57:00.000-07:00Sarah, I still have my blankets (I have two...), T...Sarah, I still have my blankets (I have two...), They have survived three transatlantic moves and look a whole lot nastier then Pennys. I don't ever use them but can't make myself throw them away. They rest neatly in the back of my closet... Mental health.... Yes... Im crazy..Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-42535857250389339742007-09-29T12:47:00.000-07:002007-09-29T12:47:00.000-07:00Aww, just picturing that sweet little face got ME ...Aww, just picturing that sweet little face got ME all teary-eyed! <BR/><BR/>I'm going to be 30 years old in December and I still have my "blankie" tucked away in a box somewhere. My married 25 year old sister keeps hers on her bed.Colleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12315083009789212234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-66345544391157957772007-09-29T09:07:00.000-07:002007-09-29T09:07:00.000-07:00Man, you softie! We had a family friend who's kid...Man, you softie! We had a family friend who's kid had the same blanket issue. When she was six and we were on a road trip with her family, I tossed it under the car at a rest stop (I think I was 10 at the time..maybe 9?) What can I say? I'm going to hell. In my defense, though, that kid was ANNOYING and much older than Penny. Plus, I don't recall her being terribly broken up about it...<BR/><BR/>Give it another year, and then make it into a hankie for her or something.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13311120735766549733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-47566114450259609912007-09-29T08:49:00.000-07:002007-09-29T08:49:00.000-07:00Written by Catherine: You all make me look heartle...Written by Catherine: <BR/>You all make me look heartless. I throw things away all the time. When the kids ask or find them in the trash I'm brutally honest. "It was lying around" or "It was too old" or, "If you don't want it in the garbage you have to keep it safe in your treasure box." Thats a good trick. We have 1 big toy chest that the kids use to store things so that I won't throw them away. <BR/><BR/>The kids stay better organized if they learn not to be pack rats.<BR/><BR/>I figure honestly answering the kids about what I've done will teach them to trust my word even if it makes them sad at times. It also keeps me on my toes not to do anything that is unjust.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-63505245768135915172007-09-28T21:47:00.000-07:002007-09-28T21:47:00.000-07:00Your guilty feeling is the same one I have wheneve...Your guilty feeling is the same one I have whenever my daughter finds one of her precious preschool projects (she brings home approximately 5 per day) in the trash. Of course I intentionally put it there, but her devastated reaction breaks my heart and forces me to say with shocked surprise "What?! How did that get there? Look, it's not even dirty, see?" Or if it is totally soiled from the trash, "I can't believe Dad threw that away!"JLJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16748662196055415831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-89650047232129238472007-09-28T21:45:00.000-07:002007-09-28T21:45:00.000-07:00Marcus, what a great mommy you have! I didn't rea...Marcus, what a great mommy you have! I didn't realize just how important it was to Penny until it was gone but now I finally understand how important these little items can be in a child's life.<BR/><BR/>I still have my teddy bear that I got when I was six. I slept with it until I got married and then I felt silly having it in front of my hubby so I'd keep it under my edge of the bed and sneak it out once the lights were out. He eventually found out and laughed at me. When I had my first baby I passed the bear on to her. She doesn't really care for him all that much but I'd prefer it that way so he stays in good shape! <BR/><BR/>Amy, I think pacifiers are in another category because there is some debate as to the negative effects of them. Blankets don't stunt your speech development, change the shape of your mouth or get nasty, wet bacteria inside that can get you sick. We took Penny's paci away cold turkey when she was 18 months. I expected a big fuss because she was an addict but after an hour of crying she never gave it a second thought.<BR/><BR/>Aubry, I can't believe how mature your little girl is to just give up her blanket like that! I'm pretty sure mine won't be so willing. She's got serious attachment issues. <BR/><BR/>Erica, I wish I had known when I bought this particular blanket that it would end up being "the one." I would have bought five of them. She had literally 20 different baby blankets and this ended up being the one she loved the best. I went back to the store where I bought it about 6 months afterwards when it was clear this one would wear out fast but it was already gone (it was a baby consignment shop). Argh.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09162148472659666694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-80083346700198788202007-09-28T20:21:00.000-07:002007-09-28T20:21:00.000-07:00such a cute story. My girls both have blankets tha...such a cute story. My girls both have blankets that they MUST have to sleep or to travel or when they're sick. Luckily I bought 2 of each so that when one is washing the other can be given to them and in case one is lost there is a backup...they don't know there is 2 :) my blanket I had growing up had a singed corner from playing with matches and a whole side with the colors "sucked out" from sucking and chewing on it through my younger years...do I still have that blanket...you bet...and I have my mothers...:){Erica}https://www.blogger.com/profile/10851544312498101362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-74587576125894976752007-09-28T19:29:00.000-07:002007-09-28T19:29:00.000-07:00You are so funny I can hardly stand it. Thanks fo...You are so funny I can hardly stand it. Thanks for some good laughs!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-56295092616573962042007-09-28T18:49:00.000-07:002007-09-28T18:49:00.000-07:00It was very sweet of you to go chasing after it. ...It was very sweet of you to go chasing after it. And you are SO right, your sanity very much depends on their happiness.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-24178921957678651932007-09-28T16:59:00.000-07:002007-09-28T16:59:00.000-07:00ava had a blanket that turned so ratty, my friends...ava had a blanket that turned so ratty, my friends started making fun of it. it was like her third arm. and she sucked her thumb. the day before her 4th birthday though, we told her that four year olds don't carry around blankets or suck their thumbs. so on the morning of her birthday, she calmly handed over her blanket and stopped sucking her thumb. as much as i wanted to, i didn't toss her blanket, i just put it in storage.aubreyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00211381709565357220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-88967879697170606572007-09-28T16:47:00.000-07:002007-09-28T16:47:00.000-07:00I had a friend in high school who took her "booby"...I had a friend in high school who took her "booby" to sleepovers. I thought it was so silly that a 16 year-old who was having a VERY serious relationship with her boyfriend still had to sleep with a blanket. Now that I have Tyler, I can't imagine trying to take his "badey" away. As mothers, what choice do we have? Do we convert it to a quilt and give it to them as a wedding present? Surely, it must end somewhere, right???Kerrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12526918324070537120noreply@blogger.com