Berkeley's Pillow
My mom made Berkeley a pillowcase and a matching baby quilt for his
birth. For whatever reason, the baby quilt didn't become Berkeley's
security blanket. However, Berkeley has formed a very strong
attachment to his pillow (see
picture).
He doesn't take it everywhere, but he must
have it when he goes to sleep or he will become quite stressed. We
found that out the hard way on a family vacation when we left his
pillowcase at home.
Almost a month ago, Berkeley had an
event
which made it necessary to unexpectedly wash his pillow and cause it to
become unavailable for bedtime. In fact, if I recall correctly, he may
have been without it for two straight nights. He had to use his backup
pillowcase (my mom actually made him two pillowcases, one that he has
had since birth which matches the nursery... and one she made when
Berkeley was about 1½ years old that matches the
color scheme of his current room). We told him he couldn't use his
favorite pillowcase because, well, he "got poo on the pillowcase".
He's had his pillowcase back for some time now, 3 weeks probably.
But tonight while I was putting Berkeley down for the night...
"My pillow!" Berkeley exclaimed, falling down into bed with his head
hitting the pillow squarely.
"Yes, it's your pillow... right where you left it." I said.
"There's no poo on it. Poo is all gone.", he observed.
I thought this was somewhat humorous since it has been some time since
the event in question occurred. But not having his pillow for the
night (or two) after he soiled it, must have been a significant event
in his eys. It's funny how the little things to one person, seems so
big to someone else.
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