Addie and the Tale of the Owl LovieDanielle
That little owl blanket thing right there… head with a blanket attached to it… creepy invention for kids… that is Owlie as we call it in our house. It is Addie’s lovie also known as blankie or whatever the new going term is for the thing she just cannot live without.
I got it as a gift for my baby shower back in March, and when I called my best friend to ask her where she bought the blanket my daughter is now addicted to, and cannot sleep without… her heartbreaking words filled my ears…
“Um… someplace in New Hampshire”
Yeah, three states away in a little gift shop off the side of the highway. Some highway… Do you know how many highways there are in the state of New Hampshire?
My mission is now to find a second Owlie because if we lose this one, I may just go jump off a bridge somewhere down the river by my house… seriously.
I started to think about it though… is it really that bad for her to have something to be attached to like this? My oldest never was really attached to anything… except the pacifier I just assumed he wanted to take to college with him. But our middle son is Linus from the Peanuts… He carries his blanket everywhere. Chews on it, sleeps with it, drags it through the dirt outside… and don’t try and wash the thing, its the end of the world!
But do I really want to start this with Addie on purpose?
It seems pretty harmless… its a little stuffed owl head with a mini blanket, and it calms her so quickly. Scares me to death because she always wants the little blanket in her face, but I always pull it back away as she keeps a death grip on it.
I will let you in on a little secret… I have my lovie still. It is a teddy bear named Teddy Freddy from when I was a little girl, and I still sleep with him every night despite my husbands best efforts to sabotage the bear. Of course I can sleep without the thing, just like most adults with these items can but there are nights the extra comfort is just what I need even as an adult.
What do you think about lovies?
Harmless love for children?
Or annoying hazard?