Lots of kids have a Lovey, and my kids are no exception. I remember when Leila was little we always wondered when and if she would gain an attachment for one of her toys, but everything seemed to be pretty expendable to her. I remembered from when the twins were babies that there were definitely drawbacks to this scenario. Little Clayton was attached to his pacifier, but nothing like little Cassie and her blankie, which she temporarily named Mike after a favorite uncle. I would be willing to bet that Cassie still has that blanket, or at least the scraps of it that have survived the last 24 years.
Leila eventually did turn to a blanket as her special lovey, and Thea followed right in La-La's footsteps when she also claimed a fluffy pink blankets as her own "Nigh-night."
Here are my girls on a Lazy Sunday morning sporting their special friends.
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I have an uncle named Mike?
Yeah, kind of...he would be an ex step uncle. Grandma Lorna's Husband Jerry's son. You LOVED him. He made you and Clay that wooden rocking duck toy for Christmas one year.
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