The "Lovey"

So back long ago... eons maybe... or just about 20 months... I put a little stuffed toy on my modest registry that was a "not necessary but darn it's cute" listing. My friend Dana promptly spoiled Miss Stella and purchased it. I had read in a few sleep books about the suggestion of a "lovey" (which, frankly, is a name I have never liked for some reason...) - basically a stuffed toy or blankie that you could encourage your child to attach to instead of say, your boob or your arms or your shoulder or any other body part that you end up peeling them off of to go to sleep. Get them attached to the "lovey" and then they should start sleeping better.

Thus, exhibit A: the puppy.Let's just say it's a darn good thing that Amazon still has these guys for sale. Stella has become SO attached to the puppy that when she is in a particularly needy moment (teething, tired, unsettled) the puppy must go EVERYWHERE with us, instead of "sleeping" in her crib most of the day, waiting for her to take a nap or sleep at night.

Thus the puppy got lost at Target last week. My fault. Shouldn't have come with us in the first place or i should have tied a string around it or something. Oh well. Glad we had puppy #2. Then I had to go on Amazon and buy another puppy just in case... in case she loses new puppy #1, in case they stop making them (AH!), in case Scupper eats it (a definite possibility still), in case... in case... those of you who have gone through this should be shaking your heads now going, oh yes, I understand.

The puppy tried to go swimming in the outdoor pool today, but i made him go back to bed... he also tried to eat dinner with Stella last night, but I made him wait. He almost found his way into the toilet, but I confirmed with Stella that the puppy doesn't need to poop in the toilet. Oh my. Talk about attachment issues. ;)