When my daughter was first born many of my mommy friends already had toddlers (or even bigger kids) and would talk about their lovey. Apparently “the lovey” is any toy, blanket or other inseparable attachment that helps sooth kids in this big scary world (sort of a child’s version of your nightly glass of wine). I was fully prepared for my daughter to one day become attached to a blankie or stuffed animal. But was I really?
The day came when she was about 3 months old. She fell head over heels in love with this little stuffed lamb. I have no idea where it came from – I’m sure it was among the many cute little baby toys that were given to us at her baby shower (thanks whoever that was!). She loved this lamb and had to sleep with it every night and wanted to hold it all day. If we brought her down in the morning without lambie, she would scream her little baby head off. In her mind it was gone forever and ever and how could she possibly go on without it. When she started to “talk,” she would scream “ambie! ambie!” until we retrieved him from whatever dark corner he ended up in. This had become THE lovey. Afraid that lambie would some day be lost for real or get ruined by an overzealous slobbery mutt (*cough* stinky the dog *cough*), we searched and searched online until we found an exact replica. We dubbed them original lambie and lambie 2 (clearly logic defies us). But, as I said, she is a fickle little girl.
One cold, rainy day in September of last year, we met up with my parents and another couple (my husband’s lifelong friend and his wife who actually had their first baby 3 hours after we had the diva, in the same hospital, right down the hall from us) at the local Whoopie Pie Festival (the northeast is weird, y’all). The little gift shop had tons of books and toys and little trinkets that your hyped-up-on-sugar-laced-whoopie-pie kids would beg and whine for until they broke you down. Pretty sweet marketing right there!
Anyway, after we ate dinner and while buckling the diva in her car seat, Grammy pulled this little white stuffed kitten out of a brown paper bag and handed it to the diva. That moment marked the end of the love affair with Lambie. As with Lambie, Kitty was a part of our everyday routine. She slept with Kitty. Ate with Kitty. If Kitty disappeared, she’d scream “teeteeee!” until we found her. But don’t forget, this kid of ours is a fickle little girl.
This past Easter, I wanted to get the diva some jumbo blocks – every kid needs blocks that the parents feet can find when trudging to the kitchen in the middle of the night, right? I got her this Little People Horse and Carriage. It comes with a bunch of blocks in the carriage and 2 little dolls that “drive” the horse. She couldn’t care less about the horse and buggy. Yeah she’ll play with it sometimes, but the 2 little dolls…OH THE DOLLS! These dolls (that she affectionately dubbed “the babies”) must eat with her, sleep with her, bathe with her, go on walks with her, go to the pool with her. If we dare attempt to go anywhere without the babies, God help us! She screams bloody murder. The poor neighbors even 3 blocks away probably hear it in their sleep: “baa bee! baaaa beeeee!” Just yesterday she chanted “Where baaa beee go?!”as I frantically searched for
their dumb little plastic asses them.
I could understand lambie and kitty. They are soft and cute and cuddly. But I was not prepared for her to be so attached to two little plastic dolls, or the incredible amount of angst that they bring to my life. What is so special about these 2 little plastic dolls? What does she finds so fascinating? We will probably never know. One thing I do know is that someday very, very soon, they will be replaced by a newer, younger lovey. Because after all, she is a fickle little girl.
Does (or did) your child have a lovey? Do they go ballistic if they can’t find it?