What about blankie?

Tonight Cameron and I were reading the Book of Mormon; were in chapter two where the Lord asks Lehi and his family to pack up and leave all of their possessions behind. You know the part. So after we were done reading I asked Cameron what he would do if the Lord asked us to leave our nice new house, leave all the toys, the DS, everything and he said, "I'd go but I would sure take blankie!"

Just in case you forgot what blankie looked like here is a quick reminder.

What do you have in your hand????

Cameron and his blankie (if you have not seen it it's blue fleece with planets all over it) are inseparable....I've worked really hard (ok, kinda of hard) the last year or so to have him leave it at home (unless he is spending the night somewhere) but sometimes I give him and allow him to take it in the car. He use to sit down and cry, "my blankie will be so sad if he has to stay home all by himself" or "my blankie needs a ride!" It's pathetic but I fall into the trap!!!!! So, now that I've given you a little background here is my story: Cameron and I went to the grocery store the other day and he some how snuck blankie by me and got it into the store.....

Mom: what do you have in your hand?

Cameron: (big huge smile) A beach towel with planets on it.

Mom: A beach towel? That's not your blankie????

Cameron: No, blankie is suppose to stay home so I brought a beach towel.

Mom: (laughing)

You have to hand it to him that was pretty quick!

A quick subsitute

Blankie or better yet "him" is not allowed to come downstairs anymore. So, that means no more road trips, no more fights about whether it can come into the store or not, no more tears of sadness, and no more worries about it getting lost. We stopped at the store and I looked back and saw this...I guess anything will do!

I need "him" to smell on

Blankie has been banished to the upstairs...almost!

I've attempted several times in the past to make blankie stay at home but somehow "he" always sneaks into the car with us. Then I changed the rules and said "he" could go with us but never into stores...oh yea right! Picture this--I'm standing in the middle of the Target parking lot arguing with a six year old about putting "him" back into the car. Cameron is clutching it tightly, crying hysterically, acting as if I'm trying to abduct his best friend and repeating over and over, "I need him...I need him to smell on!" I give in every time...it breaks my heart--just call me sucker. I'm done!!!!! So, we came to an understanding last week that blankie now lives upstairs and if he wants blankie then he will need to visit him there. Okay, half way up the stairs is close enough!!!