So when Boozie was born we got a little blankie from Trav's aunt and it seemed to be the perfect blankie, or woobie as we like to call it. Boozie was uninterested. I bring it along on vacations and he doesn't really care if it's there or not. When I excitedly pull it out of the suitcase he looks for something better. So I thought he wouldn't be attached to anything, which T was very pleased about, and I was a little sad about but thought it was fine. But we were wrong.
Last Christmas our best friend Ems gave Boozie a little sock monkey. We put it in his crib because he had nothing other than the blankie that he didn't love and we thought he might like a safe toy in there. Again, he didn't really seem to care either way but lately he's really been loving stuffed animals and the sock monkey has become his best woobie. Some nights we go in there to check on him and he's snuggling the monkey or lying on top of it with his arm around it. There's nothing sweeter to see. Each morning when I get him up he goes to find his large stuffed ape and hugs it and lies his head on it for 5 minutes or so. The Swedish word is "apa" and he sometimes says it over and over, most likely thinking of his gorilla or sock monkey. So even though he doesn't love his woobie, he still has his little monkey and I love it. Maybe when it's old, tattered, and ratty I'll think otherwise; but, probably not.


