Comfort Item

August 8, 2010
Every kid has one. A woobie. A blankie. A binkie. A damn duckie (ask my sister about that one). Some sort of comfort item that gets them through lightning storms, colds, and all the scary "firsts." Me, I had a blankie. Still do... it's been loved nearly to death but every once in awhile I'll pull it out of the cedar chest and wrap the corners around my fingers. It makes me smile. But enough about me.

Cole has a nursing cover. An udder cover to be exact. I'm sure at some point he will be totally appalled that I'd even share this but I think it's so funny! If I'm not around it's the next best thing. He grabs at it, mouth open, and then proceeds to shove it in his face. He loves to suck on it... it must smell like milk. Even my sister and grandma will put it on to get him to calm down if I'm not there. And it works. He settles right down if they've got it on while they're holding him. For a while anyway, until he figures out that they aren't producing what he really want.

I guess at some point I'll have to turn it into a pillow case or something less embarrassing than a nursing cover.