Why is he naked?

This is the question I have now been asking myself at the end of every naptime and every early morning for the past week.
Jonathan's latest trick... the removal of ALL clothing, including diaper. No matter how many layers, zippers, snaps, duct tapes (just kidding) he gets through them all. And when asked "Where are your clothes?", he politely points to the place outside of his crib where they have been discarded.
Now, why, I ask you, does he do this? For the ulitmate prize, you see... the greatest toy ever invented... do I need to say it? I have been inquiring to my friends who are also raising little boys if this is "normal" or if I should be worried that this is an unhealthy obsession and one brave mommy confided in me her own doctor's response as to when he would stop playing with his "toy"..... "When he's 90 or so"

Share?

Do you think they are sharing? Welcome to my world on Wednesday, September 3rd.
The funny part about this... they were actually fighting worse before Delaney saw that I had the camera or that I was watching. They were both screaming seconds before. It's a shame my poor deprived kids only have a few grains of sand and one pail to play with.

Blankie!

It had to be done...

Please don't judge me... you would have done the same.

It's been dragged through the sandbox, off the stroller, into the bathroom. It had seen much cleaner days...

Yes, I'm talking about "Blankie"... Jonathan's Blankie. He adores that thing!

I made one fatal mistake today though...I put Blankie in the washing machine (long overdue) and left the laundry room door open. He saw... he saw his blankie in the midst of the other dirty clothes just out of his reach. I was reminded of a sad scene in the movies when the object of their desire is so close, but just out of reach and the pain on the actor's face as he touches the glass that separates them.

"Blankie, Blankie, Blankie....."

I had to drag him out of the room and close the door, explaining that blankie was only taking a bath and would be clean soon.

To make matters worse, blankie was not done being washed before Naptime came to call. I guess he'll be talking about that with his therapist one day.

But for now, I am grateful that my little buddy has something in his life, besides his family, that brings him such comfort and joy and sorrow when it's missing.