Neither of my girls were attached to the pacifier when they were babies, but I did encourage them to become attached to something so they could be easily comforted and have some familiarity in their bed if they weren't sleeping at home. Lily was attached to a doll my sister gave her when she was 1 week old, and it was named "dollie with the tag." Grace became attached to a pink silkie blankie, and she totes that thing everywhere. I will often call her Linus. Well, her blankie was pretty dirty this morning, so I decided to throw it in the washer with a load of bath towels. Witness the ensuing tragic melt down:
Here's is Grace screaming and trying to get the blankie out of the washer.
She is still screaming and staring in disbelief as the blankie goes round and round in the wash.
Pointing desperately at her blankie, which she can see through the window, she is pleading with me to rescue her blankie! And, I, the bad mother, laughed at her and took pictures to record the moment on the blog! :) (Don't worry, after I set down the camera, I picked up Grace, poured her some milk and gave her a "substitute" blankie, which was her pillow. She's just fine now, but she is still occasionally wandering over to the washer to check on her blankie.)
