Rode hard and put away wet

This is what two years of lovin' will do to a "fluffy"...

All our other kids have blankets. Theirs are all large enough to at least serve a functional purpose, like keeping them warm, or folding up to make a pillow.

Luke somehow got himself attached to this little tiny yellow "fluffy." It's hardly big enough to cover his head, but he probably chose it because it was made with love by his "Auntie" Jan (otherwise known as "Great.")

He chews on it all night long, sucks it, and twirls the corners up his nose. Somehow this comforts him.

He's also bled all over it. And barfed all over it.

And he drags it everywhere he goes.

Which is probably why it is no longer yellow, or all that fluffy, but kind of a matted, muted, sad little grey thing.

Mommy had to sew it back up last week, because it split at the seams. Probably due to the weekly boilings in the wash, an attempt to remove the stench of baby drool and nose twirling.

Seriously. We were getting embarassed to send him to church nursery each week with it, and had to apologize to the nursery workers for the noxious odor.

Thankfully, "Great" somehow heard about this, and mailed us a new one. Paige told Luke she had to wash his fluffy, and slipped him the new one.

He said "What is that?"

"It's fluffy! Clean and fresh!" said mommy.

"I BITE IT!" said Luke.

Ahhhhhhhh, fluffy.

(Thanks "Great." All our noses appreciate the new fluff.)