Just 2 hours until I hand my baby over to her new family. She'll be gone until Monday, then back for a few days before leaving permanently. Poor thing's getting smothered by me this morning (not to mention, by her siblings). How do I cram enough love in her to last her the whole weekend?
I know there are a lot of people praying for our family today, and I am very thankful.
I sent this info to the new family last night, thought I'd record it here, too:
K’s Best (Stuffed) Friends
K’s Best (Stuffed) Friends
The soft purple doll (Love Bug) was a gift from us to K for Valentine’s Day. We call her “Baby.” (As in “K, do you want Baby?“) I chose the love bug for her first doll because I called K “pincher bug” at the time. From the very first day we brought her home from the hospital, while I would feed K, she would reach her little hand under my arm, grab my tricep and pinch… HARD! Occasionally if she’s uneasy, she’ll still grab the skin on my arm and hold on tight. (Yes, it hurts! But it’s a source of comfort to her.) When she first started to snuggle “Baby”, we would recite the verse:
“Love the baby,
Hug the baby,
Chew on the baby’s antennas.”
And she would. I know it sounds a little strange, but I‘m sharing it because it’s something familiar to her, and she’s going to need familiar. She likes to hold her, look at her, and play with the little wisp of brown hair, or her antennas, of course. And most recently... throw her!
K got the little blue and white cow in her stocking from us, on her first Christmas. Around that time, our other children were deep into the book series of “How to Train Your Dragon.” (We home school and they read A LOT.) I don’t know if you are familiar with the series (which is quite different from the movie), but in the first book, a group of young Vikings go on a quest to catch their first dragons. Fearing exile for his friend Fishlegs by not having caught a dragon, the main character, Hiccup makes a huge sacrifice by giving the dragon he caught to his friend, and narrowly escapes exile himself by swiping a teeny-tiny dragon at the last second while being chased out of the cave by an angry swarm of dragons he had accidentally awakened.
“Fishlegs had named his dragon Horrorcow. The “horror” bit was to make the poor creature sound at least a bit frightening. The “cow” bit was because for a dragon, she really was remarkably like a cow. She was a large, peaceful, brown creature, with an easygoing nature. Fishlegs suspected she might even be vegetarian.”
So it’s a tongue-in-cheek name. K’s stuffed cow is about the sweetest, gentlest looking creature you could imagine… just like the dragon Horrorcow in the books. We sometimes make her look like she’s flying to K… like she’s a dragon and not a cow. Just yesterday, K added to her vocabulary, “cow”, while she was playing with Horror Cow. (The other words she says discriminately are “Mama” and “Up.”)