Tuesday, January 10, 2012


When Jonah was littler, he had a special blanket.  Someone had made it for him and it had little pictures of Whinnie-the-Pooh on it.  We took it everywhere with us and didn't dare leave it home on an overnight trip.  Right around the time that Evan was born, I had noticed that Jonah didn't seem to be needing that blanket quite so much.  Finally, one days he said to me, "Mom, I don't need my Pooh Blanket any more.  You can give it to Evan."  He was a bit over five years old.

I think that's a pretty normal attachment and a pretty normal "growing out of it".

Evan, in his infinite quirkiness, has a special ball.

He always prefers a ball to most other toys, but this one, in particular, is his favorite.

He carries it around constantly.

He eats with it.

He sleeps with it.

 After he falls asleep at night, we laugh when we hear the ball hit the floor and go rolling away.  When he wakes up, it's the first thing that he wants.  Sometimes it falls in the crack and we have to fish it out for him.

When it rolls away during play and gets lost for a while (like it has been for the last couple days), he will sometimes replace it with something else-- a small, blue, bottle cap, for example.  But he remembers his ball and cries for it at bedtime and is always glad to see it again when it turns up. 

It's so funny to me that he chose this particular ball to be so attached to.  I have tried offering another ball of similar size, but he won't have anything to do with it.  He only wants this one, hard, plastic ball.

 Most significantly....

...it has a sad face on it.

It looks...

...just like him.


  1. This child is so prone to addiction it's getting scary. What will be next?

  2. poor baby he has done a lot of crying hasn't he.
    hope all of you are doing better. It's a cute post.