We Are Bad Parents

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.


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.

(Image © Informal Moments Photography)


Kate said...

Oh, dear! We loved seeing you last night though! :-)

PaperYarnGirl said...

Ah, the memories... been there, done that. Different toys, same panicked return. You make me smile! :-)

Amber@theRunaMuck said...

You are such a good Mama. Oh, friend, we lose those brain cells, but I do believe, in all seriousness, that being a mom makes us smarter, too. I guess it all comes out in the wash - if the wash ever gets done.

Jo@Mylestones said...

I'm laughing at Amber's comment...if the wash ever gets done...heheh

Just wanted to say--from one Minnie-hater to another--it WILL get better. And easier. That's not to say you won't lock your keys (and your kids) in the car someday. Because that may very likely happen (like it happened to my "friend", ahem). But you'll eventually hit your mother-of-two stride, and I promise you'll get your body and mind back eventually!

Carrie said...

Oh, dear - I'm not sure which is worse - Minnie or the folder!!! I hope you find them both! Z never was really that attached to anything until I bought him this little tiny puppy from Walgreens a couple months ago - he calls him 'new puppy' and carries him everywhere & sleeps with him. :) For the first couple days, he'd wake up from naps crying, "New puppy! New puppy!" It was so sad. :)

Kelly Langner Sauer said...

Yeah, Carrie, I had made a commitment not to get her anything irreplaceable, or to buy two of everything she might really like... No matter how hard I try, I can't stop life from happening to her, can I? :-P

Thanks for the encouragement, kind peoples! I really appreciate you!

Lyla Lindquist said...

For one of my boys it was Pooh. After my husband called repeatedly during evening meetings at church (during which I could hear the forlorn sounds of "Pooooooh!" in the background), we resorted to a spare. He hauled True Pooh with him while Pseudo Pooh held up in the closet. (Wouldn't you know they smelled different though, so we had to rotate them to make sure they were evenly drooled and sweat on.) Eventually in our vast disorganization they were both lost.

To this day he denies ever having such a thing.

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