One of Cailin's favorite activities as of late is to run across the entire house dragging her blanket (The Blanket). She watches it drag behind her and whips it around towards Bailey when the mood strikes. This is all sorts of fun and crazy for the two of them and Cailin laughs like a lunatic the whole time she's got The Blanket out. Which is pretty much all the time. She's a happy kid.
The Blanket is a nice soft blankie that was easy to wrap her in while she was tiny and got used a lot. When she became aware of comfort blanket-ness, it became The Blanket. She was pretty young to know about a comfort blanket, but she's stuck to the same blanket ever since. Aside from one small injury sustained from catching in the stroller wheel (ahem, GG) The Blanket is without a mark. But oof, it smells like a teenaged boy.
A few days ago, The Blanket was in dire need of a bath. I will let little food stains go for a while but I draw the line at spit up. Once there is barf on The Blanket, it goes directly to the washer, do not pass Go, do not collect $200. Unless of course it is at bedtime. Then the barf can stay because holy cats, there is no sleeping without The Blanket.
Anyway, I spied my chance when I found The Blanket discarded in the kitchen. I snuck up on it, grabbed it as inconspicuously as possible and made a beeline for the laundry room. I'm sure the 10 million germs on it screamed a collective "NO!" when I tossed it in the washer. Because Cailin sure did.
Naptime found me pulling The Slightly Damp Blanket out of the dryer and presenting it to an extremely happy baby in her crib.
So. Who wants to attempt the chocolate removal from The Blanket now? Ahem, Papa.
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