My son has a crib accessory fetish. No, not the bumper and skirt kind. Rather, he has a fetish for what he puts in his crib. Here was last night's compilation...
~2 mini "special" blankies (these are the go everywhere, give me when I'm crying kind). This had been just one, and one was kept as a back up for those lost blankie in the store moments, but he found that we were holding out on him and now can't part with either one. So, two specials it is.
~1 larger version of the special blankies.
~Another random, green blankie.
~A large blanket that he likes to be covered up with.
~A pillow; boy between the blankets and the pillow it's a good thing we don't have to worry about SIDS anymore.~A book, tucked just perfectly in the corner, next to the pillow.
~3, yes THREE, bears. One is florescent pink, one is a cute little brown one, and the other is a baby panda. And heaven forbid we should be missing one.
~A baby doll.
~A cup of water.
~And last but certainly not least, 2 binkies...one for him and one for his baby. Yes, he is almost two. Shh, don't tell his dentist.
See what I mean?
It's a wonder there's any room for him in the crib.
I'm concerned that if I don't intervene now, he will turn in to his father. My husband has a coat for what seems to be every week of the year. And he has a bag (no, not a purse or a murse, but a lots of pockets, hold all my gadgets, bag) to go along with the alternating weeks.
Or maybe it isn't my son's problem at all. Maybe it's mine? Maybe I'm enabling him. Nahhh. We'll go with the former. When in doubt, blame it on dad. ;)
Readers--what's in your child's crib?