
The Monkey has had the same lovey since his first birthday: a blue stuffed dog. Now, technically doggie was one of three, but that's because I'm paranoid. I'm pretty sure all of our friends and family know doggie since he likes to take him everywhere. He's always favored the original, only using the others if the original wasn't available, and the original is a little worse for wear these days.
Well, about a week ago, the tag sewn onto the dog's butt (next to his tail) fell off. He's always rubbed the tag for comfort and the thing just fell off from wear and tear. I didn't think it would be a big deal.
I was wrong.
The first few times he grabbed the dog, he would reach for the tag, realize it wasn't there, ask us where it was, and then refuse to use the doggie. Now if we try to give him the dog before bed or something, he'll spin the dog upside-down looking for the tag and then throw it on the ground when he realizes it's not there.
Soooo I guess it was the tag and not the dog he was attached to? Weirdo. But I'm probably the bigger weirdo because I saved the tag and I'm totally going to put it into that baby book I haven't updated in two years.
I think I'm going to try hand sewing a satin ribbon or something into the butt seam this weekend and see what happens, because I'm not quite ready for him to give up his lovey.
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