Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Piper didn't bond with a blankie. She quit the binky on her own by the time she was five months old. Nothing would do for her except Mom and Dad.
Until Minnie Mouse.
Piper's Grandpa Sauer brought her a pink-outfitted Minnie Mouse back from Disney World last year. I was somewhat standoffish to the toy - my sister was a Mickey Mouse fan, and I simply hated the non-classic cartoon clutter in our shared bedroom that I really wanted to be more of a designer room. (Had to get that dig in, Sis... *snarky look*)
To my relief, Piper pretty much ignored Minnie too, until she became a fan of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, which plays twice in the mornings on Playhouse Disney.
Suddenly, she started trucking around the house carrying Minnie with her. Talking to her. Asking to dress like her. Taking her to bed with her and tucking her in. Buckling her into the high chair so she can eat. Going through the house calling her name as she tries to find her.
AND WE, THE BAD PARENTS, ABANDONED MINNIE YESTERDAY.
It was an accident. I promise. We left Minnie at the midwife's - the one that is about two hours away. The visit that was supposed to be our last visit out there.
But it wasn't just that. We left our baby folder out there too - the one with all the paperwork for Button's birth. And we didn't remember either until we were driving home by a different route at about 9:30 last night.
They say having kids destroys brain cells. I'm thinking that's probably not an excuse.
I'll be on the road today, searching for Minnie.
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