The Magic Blanket

The original pink blanket, back when it was still recognizable as such

Like ever so many little ones, Peggy has a blanket, to which she clings as if it was her furry  mother. Should she ever lose her grasp upon it, the world as we know it will end.

It was given to her way back before she was born....at her baby shower...by a loving cousin who somehow knew just what she would like.

It is pink.

Of course it is pink. Little girls love pink dontcha know.

Our floors, alas, are neither pink nor particularly clean. I sweep. I require that boots be left in the kitchen...or maybe the dining room at worst.

I am much ignored

Pink blanket+ our grubby floors= nasty grey blanket that makes you cringe when you see it parading by in Peggy's loving arms.

Liz washed it the thing the other day and the baby actually stood with her arms around the washing machine sobbing. We don't have a drier either, so you can imagine how that went.

Thus we have been looking for a similar blanket since the attachment began.

Finally we found one on Amazon, but it was absurdly expensive, plus shipping and handling. 

We checked every store around here, some of them  more than once. No dice. No blanket either. Then yesterday we were at the local Walmart finishing up some last minute stuff when we checked the baby blanket display..........

And there it was! For less than half what it cost on Amazon.

You should have seen her when we took it out of the bag. It was still all stuck in a folded square the way they do with fancy blankets, but she stroked it and hugged it and ran all over the house with it.....

And then she hugged her grandpas knee and grinned up at him and it was worth all the looking and shopping, and most of the listening to screaming over the old one....... which, at least in theory, can now be washed regularly.....although I think it will never quite make pink again.

Babies-ya gotta love 'em.