Monday, November 10, 2008

The Great Blanket Search of 2008

Thank you all for voting in the First Ever Contest With a Prize poll. You have done what I could never have accomplished. You chose a winner!

The recipient of the two books is Whitney from
Baby Tunnel Exodus for providing the caption, "Whattaya mean the grass is greener on the other side? Looks the same to me."

Congratulations, Whitney! You can email me your address and I'll send your prize just as quickly as the rural postal service allows.

Those who are interested in the books can find them at Amazon.com. Just do a quick search for author Jenny Oldfield.


In other news, I spent a good portion of the past 24 hours searching for a blanket that my daughter misplaced.

I looked in closets, under beds, in the luggage, in every cupboard, behind every dresser, and under all the seats in my car. I even looked in the freezer, in the shower, and in the dog house. I stripped the sheets off her bed and looked under the mattress pad. She went to bed sobbing for her blankie.

After a long day of further searching, I gave up ever finding the blanket. I found 27 legos, 48 cents, 11 hair elastics, and a decapitated Barbie. No blanket.

At one point, my daughter said, "I can find the blanket, Mama. I will just be magic."

I said, "Really?"

She said, "Yes. I will say abwacadabwa."

She stood on the bed, looked very serious, and said, "Abwacadabwa."

Then she said, "It didn't work, Mama. I need a hat to be magic."

Alas, we don't have a magic hat.

We do have a very tiny drawer in the end table in the living room, however, which is where the three-year-old found her blankie tonight as she was headed off to bed.

I didn't know whether to be relieved or to scream with the agony of knowing that all the while, it was in the one drawer in this house that I failed to inspect.

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5 comments:

Dawn said...

OH. MY.

I remember the week my son lost his favorite little Pooh bear that he'd had since he was born. I say *week* because we never did find it. So, we traveled to multiple stores looking for an exact replica only to find out that Pooh bears were no longer made in that same fabric. The new (and not so improved) Poohs were made with a much cheaper (not as soft) feeling fabric that just wouldn't *do.*

About 6 months later, my son found his Pooh. He found him inside a toddler potty chair (that wasn't being used). Why there??? Because when my son went to use the big potty, he placed his Pooh on the toddler potty - directly across from him. Apparently, Pooh was staring at him so he hopped down, placed Pooh INSIDE the potty so he couldn't stare. And then promptly forgot about Pooh until bedtime - by which time he'd forgotten what he'd done with the bear.

And I thought I'd completely torn my house apart in the search, too.

Sheesh.

Andrea said...

We do that a lot!! One time we went outside at 10 pm with a huge flood light and had to search all the junk piles and on all the flat bed trailers and we soon found it on a trailer. Now the blanket is confined to the house. They get so sad when their blanket is gone.

Congrats Whitney!! Great caption.

haffnewie said...

Great caption for the photo! It would have been my vote too if I'd gotten here sooner!!

Oh, the missing "lovey". Whether it be a blankie, a stuffed toy or in my oldest sons case... an oven mitt!
I know, I know!! But it was a black and white panda bear with a red background and he was very attracted to that as an infant! It was soft and flat and he could put his little hand inside it!!

He lost it at a flea market once. I thought we would never see it again and was already thinking of therapy for both of us - when upon backtracking our step - came across a vender who had found it and placed it up on their table!! She knew someone would be back looking for it!! It was VERY loved up!!

Such a cute picture of her and the blankie!

Ethan, Zach, and Emma's Mom said...

Oh, the lovies. My son left his at Grandma's house once- an hour away. Boy, was that a joyful reunion!

Baby Tunnel Exodus said...

Thank You! I'm going to give the books to my son for Christmas; he will Love them.

Blessings, Whitney

 
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