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Grace and her buh

I found out that I was pregnant on a Sunday. Joe and I agreed not to tell anyone. He thought it would be a wonderful secret for us to share, just the two of us. 

It might have been a wonderful secret, if I was capable of keeping a secret. Which I'm not.

Of course, I swore all of my closest friends and family to secrecy when I told them. Don't tell Joe that you know! I said.
It's a disease. I think they call it can't-keep-my-mouth-shut-itis.
That's really got nothing to do with anything. I just thought I'd share.
Anyway, we found out that I was pregnant on a Sunday towards the end of September. The following Saturday was the local apple festival, and we always go. 
Joe and I walked on air past booths peddling apple snacks, apple crafts, and wooden apples, when we both spotted – at the same time – a stand selling baby blankets. 
I was almost four weeks pregnant, Dear Reader, so we really needed a blanket for the baby to sleep with at night.
We bought one, a cute one. It was red fleece on one side and Winnie the Pooh and Tigger on the other side, and it had ribbon tags all around the edges. It was wonderful and over priced, so we bought it.
Fast forward nine ten months down the road to Grace's birth. I had long forgotten the blanket, so it's not in any of the hospital pictures.
I rediscovered the blanket when Grace was about two months old. She couldn't care less. For some weeks, I stuffed the blanket into her chubby little fingers several times a day. I don't think she noticed. Or cared. Let's assume she didn't notice.
Lather, rinse, repeat. The same thing happened when Grace was six months old. And then it happened again when she was ten months old.
Disheartened, I put the blanket in a box of stuffed animals in the living room. She didn't care about them, either.

I had forgotten the blanket, again. It sat hidden amongst some Mushabellies, until Grace discovered it a few weeks ago. She knew instantly what it was.
Buh!” she squealed (obviously toddler speak for blanket, Dear Reader). “Buh!” Â 
Since then, Grace and her buh have been inseparable. They go everywhere together. 
Grace and buh go to breakfast with Grandma and Grandpap. Grace and buh go to school. Grace and buh eat dinner, and Grace and buh ride in the car. 
And, of course, Grace and buh sleep together at night.  Do you see it, Dear Reader, way down in the right corner, under her?

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22 thoughts on “Grace and her buh”

  1. My daughter has a tigger blanket she LOVES, and has had since she was a newborn. When I was a week away from my due date, she announced that she wanted to give her most beloved item to her baby brother. She laid it out in his bassinet, smoothed it out, put a teddy on it, and began crying. It was so sweet. I told her she didn’t have to give her brother her blanket and, if she wanted to keep it, we could go out and she could buy him his own blanket. He’s almost two now, and drags the blanket she bought him everywhere. I tear up every time I think about how my little girl loved her brother so much, even before meeting him, that she would want him to have her favourite thing.

  2. My daughter has a tigger blanket she LOVES, and has had since she was a newborn. When I was a week away from my due date, she announced that she wanted to give her most beloved item to her baby brother. She laid it out in his bassinet, smoothed it out, put a teddy on it, and began crying. It was so sweet. I told her she didn’t have to give her brother her blanket and, if she wanted to keep it, we could go out and she could buy him his own blanket. He’s almost two now, and drags the blanket she bought him everywhere. I tear up every time I think about how my little girl loved her brother so much, even before meeting him, that she would want him to have her favourite thing.

  3. oh what a precious gift you have there! i just want to snuggle her 🙂 my girls are now 11, 9 and 6 not quite as cute and snuggly!

    isn’t God good?

  4. oh what a precious gift you have there! i just want to snuggle her 🙂 my girls are now 11, 9 and 6 not quite as cute and snuggly!isn’t God good?

  5. Awww – what an adorable little head of curls she has. 🙂 And how sweet that she is so attached to her buh. My little guy has a large stuffed dog we appropriately call, Big Puppy. 😉

  6. Awww – what an adorable little head of curls she has. 🙂 And how sweet that she is so attached to her buh. My little guy has a large stuffed dog we appropriately call, Big Puppy. 😉

  7. I am just convinced that my Grace and your Grace would be best of friends, the are almost the exact same age. My Grace loves her “buh”, and My Grace looks just as adorable in her EXACT, same Elmo PJs. She loves her ELmo PJs. SO, it made me smile to see this picture.
    LOVE IT!!!

  8. I am just convinced that my Grace and your Grace would be best of friends, the are almost the exact same age. My Grace loves her “buh”, and My Grace looks just as adorable in her EXACT, same Elmo PJs. She loves her ELmo PJs. SO, it made me smile to see this picture. LOVE IT!!!

  9. My girls are five now, but they still won’t give up their favorite baby toys. They often don’t play with them for months, yet any attempt to remove them from the toy box is met with resistence.

  10. My girls are five now, but they still won’t give up their favorite baby toys. They often don’t play with them for months, yet any attempt to remove them from the toy box is met with resistence.

  11. Aw she’s sooo cute! And that’s really the blanket? She finally liked that blanket.. I would feel happy too if my own daughter appreciates the little gift!

  12. Aw she’s sooo cute! And that’s really the blanket? She finally liked that blanket.. I would feel happy too if my own daughter appreciates the little gift!

  13. So sweet…I’ve tried to get my son to ‘take’ to specially-bought loveys as well, and he just chooses his own.
    I don’t know where he gets that stubborn streak from. Certainly not ME.

  14. So sweet…I’ve tried to get my son to ‘take’ to specially-bought loveys as well, and he just chooses his own. I don’t know where he gets that stubborn streak from. Certainly not ME.

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