When Gus was three, I bought a spring green sweatshirt from the secondhand store. It was soft and cozy, and we have lots of pictures of him wearing it (because we're always outside). Then he got too big for it, and I put it away for Jed.
When Jed arrived it was summer. In fall he was introduced to Sweatshirt in an offhand "Are you cold, honey?" sort of way. They hung out together for a few weeks. And the acquaintanceship ripened into more.
I was dressing the kiddos one morning and said to Jim, "Jed needs a sweatshirt." Jim went into their room and Jed dropped everything and ran after him, yelling, "I pick! I pick!" Stopped in his tracks once he arrived and saw Daddy was holding Sweatshirt. He didn't want to pick, just wanted his Sweatshirt.
He misses it when it's in the laundry. One day he spied it folded in the basket during breakfast and ran to welcome it back.
I finished scrapbooking last year and showed the boys their new pages. Jed loved everything about it. Looking through it another day, he pointed at a picture of him with the jack-o-lantern on the Halloween page. I was sure he was going to say, "Pumpkin!" because he was obsessed with that pumpkin. Instead he said, "Sweatshirt!"
Last Saturday we went out to see a show and left the kids with a great babysitter. Got home to find Jed in his pajamas but wearing Sweatshirt on top. If you can't have Mommy, at least you can have Sweatshirt.
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that is so sweet!
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