We had a tragedy on our hands this weekend. Anna is absolutely attached to her little duck blanket (probably any of you who know her know which blanket I am talking about). This ragged little blanket has been a part of our family since before Anna could walk, and she continues to use it for comfort and protection. Not only does she sleep with it at night, but she always makes sure she has it when she goes to time out to console herself. It's actually kind of nice that there is an
object that she can turn to when she's feeling sad.
Except when we lose the duck blanket. Then there's no consoling her, no comfort, no protection against the dangers of the night. We couldn't find it last night before bed, and though she was sad, she tried to be brave and use a different blanket. That lasted until 10:00 when she woke up in tears because she missed her blanket. I got her to go back to bed, but she was up several times during the night looking for it.
So today we had a Rescue Mission for the blanket. (Anna is into Diego right now). We combed over and cleaned every single room in our house, but could not find it. In a way, it was good because I went through boxes of clothes and toys that haven't been touched for a while and washed all the linens in our house (if you have to take the bed apart to look for something, you might as well wash the sheets, right?). But still, no blanket. Travis spent more than two hours lookingin cupboards, the cars, even the crawl space. Nothing.
Finally, just before bed, he re-checked under the cover on our couch. Magically, the duck blanket appeared. Anna was ecstatic and so were we. Here's hoping for a good night's rest tonight!