Linus

Sunday night I collected all the laundry around the house and brought it downstairs. In said laundry I put one of Eleanor's blankies that desperately needed a bath. Most of the time she doesn't notice if I take one blankie to wash it because she has two of the exact same blankets, just in different colors.
So I had put green blankie downstairs while Tim was giving her a bath. We got her all jammied and ready for bed, but during stories she got a touch of the fussies and we decided to just put her to bed rather than hold her down just so we could get to the end of Goodnight Sweet Butterlies. So we tuck her in and get set to leave her and she starts crying. This may not seem odd to most, but this is not how bedtime goes for this kid. She then cried on and off for about an hour, and Tim kept going in there to calm her down.
Finally I figured out what might be wrong- she wnated green blankie. So I dig it out of the laundry and bring it up to her. She was this hot mess of tears, and was on the verge of hypervhentilating because she was so hysterical. I walked over to her crib and when to pick her up, blankie in hand and she immediately stopped crying. I didn't even need to pick her up, she just grabbed blankie, laid down, rolled over and closed her eyes.
Tim and I spent the rest of the evening in amazement about her attachment to the blankie.
He walls came crashing down yesterday morning when I made her put it in the washing machines. At first she was in consoleable and just stood at the washer crying. THen she went to play a little, but every now and then she woudl go back to the washer and se how it was going.
The next time I wash this thing I am going to train a video camera on her when she an blankie are reunited so that the world can see what true love looks like.