In memory of "the tag"...
For those of you that are ever around us, you know that Addysin was obsessed with her blanket. It is one blanket in particular, not just any soft pink blanket. OK, its not even that blanket that she was in love with. It was the silky tag that used to say the brand name and how to wash it. I hate tags and usually cute them off of new stuffed animals or blankets but never did on her blanket. When she was about 7 months old she started sucking on it. It comforted her so much and I LOVED IT. After a few months the once white silky tag was starting to turn brown. After 19 months of being constantly in her mouth, on the ground, and in the wash whenever possible, the poor tag was brown and NOT silky. It was super embarrassing because she had to have it everywhere we went or she was a pill. I would wash it and that same day somebody would ask if I ever washed it. Thats how grungy looking it was. I was not going to try weening her off it. Why make my life harder? That made absolutely no sense to me. I knew the day was coming that it was either going to fall apart or we would lose it. Most likely fall apart though because I watched that blanket like it was a child. It was Addysin's better half. She could fall down the stairs and almost get a concussion, fall in the shower and split her lip open, wake up screaming at night or after a nap and the tag is all it took to make everything better. It was literally a miracle worker. I was never good enough, but the tag was. That blanket made being a mother to a whiny infant (Caiden) and a toddler so much easier. If I could not take care of her because Caiden was upset or I was feeding him, i would just give her the blanket. I saw the end coming and I dreaded it. I even went a bought her the exact same blanket to replace the disgusting old one. She was about 22 months at the time. I tried to do it discreetly while she was falling asleep at night in the dark. She put it in her mouth and then spit it out and kept saying "yucky". It made her mad! Chris thought maybe he should suck on it to make it old and nasty so she would like it, but that would defeat the purpose of the new blanket.Well after being her best friend and comfort, she ripped the tag with her teeth. It hung on for another week before she killed it by completely ripping off the half she liked to suck on. That was February 1st. It was totally frayed so I cut it mostly off. I left just enough so she could see that it was still there but not the same. If it was just gone, she would have had a nervous breakdown. She obviously knew what she had done because she didn't care that the tag was gone. As she was going to bed that night she looked at it and said, " Oh no, tag went away!" and threw it on the ground. It was so bittersweet for me. As a mother, I think I get attached to things my children love. I was very excited to only have Addysin to take care of and not her blanket. She was completely fine for a day or two and I COULD NOT BELIEVE IT. I put the blanket in a closet so she would forget about it. Then a couple days later she realized what had happened and she has been so hard since. From there, she dove into the terrible two's. This is the hardest stage she has ever gone through, but I know with time she wont feel like something is missing. I gave her her blanket back to comfort her but sometimes it just makes her more angry, but sometimes it works. Its so funny... she latched on to her new pink blanket (that she never liked) so now she sleeps with two blankets and carries them BOTH around the house. Addysin is a funny girl.
Poor Addysin, Poor Tag...
Here it is after i chopped it off
This picture is so funny to me. I bought Caiden the same blanket as her (except blue). Dont ask why I left the tag on his blanket as well, but in this picture
Addysin is sucking on hers and checking out Caiden's tag.
We had been dieting all week with Nutrisystem so I ate A LOT, especially the desserts. Afterwards, we went to Nordstrom Rack to shop (he knows what I love). I found some good deals and we left to rush back to the hotal before the pool closed at 10:00. We only got to swim for about 20 minutes, but it was really fun. After we got back up to our room, Chris ordered Pizza! Yes, thats right. We ate a buffet and then 3/4 of a large pizza! I seriously was sick untill monday. Thats what people call "crash dieting". I could not wait to get back on my diet though because desserts and pizza in mass amounts dont make a person feel their best. We woke up at 8:00 sunday morning and went home (we have church at 1:00). 
It was so fun, but I called to check up more than necessary. I needed to know everything was ok. I drove Chris crazy. Well that is just who I am... a paranoid protective mom and nobodies gonna change that. My children are my life. I think I need them more than they actually need me. Thank you Chris for a romantic, almost care free, get-a-way. I love him so much! I'm so thankful that my sisters were willing to watch our kids. That was really sweet of them. 
