If something can go wrong, it will go wrong.
And it went oh so wrong. Lu has a little stuffed cat that she has been attached to since she was about 1. Attached to, like it's an extra appendage on her. She takes that poor little cat everywhere and stands by the washing machine door the few times I've been allowed to wash him. She has a habit of taking him downstairs during the day and then forgetting to take him back up to bed, leading us to frantic search for where she may have put him.
Oh I didn't mention she likes to hide him?
Well, she does. And in the most obscure places sometimes. Like in their little toy oven or behind picture frames. Pretty much any place I wouldn't look. So we finally came to an agreement that the cat (named Uh-Oh because when she was little she'd throw him from the crib and when I'd come in, she point and yell "uh-oh" at him) would stay upstairs and she could pick another animal that could be the downstairs one. She agreed and yesterday was our first day. And she listened. Uh-Oh stayed upstairs, in her room. So imagine my horror when we couldn't find him ANYWHERE last night at bedtime.
I searched our entire house, unmade & remade her bed, looked in the closets. Anything I could think of. See, I get her attachment. I had a squirrel Rocky that I was equally attached to and my parents used to go the ends of the earth to reunite us if I had forgotten him somewhere, which I often did. So I was determined I was going to help her find Uh-Oh. But after 30 minutes and way past her bedtime I gave up. I was expecting the meltdown to end all meltdowns, but she shocked me. She told me she knew he has to be around and that she would just sleep with another stuffed animal tonight. See, they always manage to surprise me.
This morning, knowing he had to be in the house, I made her retrace her steps during "nap" yesterday. She claimed she stayed in bed, except for the 15 or so potty trips. I reminded her that I found a jacket in bed with her when I came to get her up and that's when the light bulb went off for her. She went, grapped her jacket and extracted Uh-Oh from the sleeve, where she had safely tucked him in.
Of course, a jacket sleeve! I should have known.
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Love it! We've had to hunt down Dada (her baby word for "doggie") for Eliz and Brown Baby (a doll with brown -- not blue -- eyes) for Abi millions of times too. We've had to tell them numerous times that if we can't find it, they're just going to have to sleep without, and find it themselves in the morning.
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