I guess I've been having a fallow time of not blogging so much. I'm ok with that, but I miss blogging. It's not that I don't have anything to blog about, it's more that I've got so much on my mind that it's hard to sort it all out and figure out what I want out there in public.
It is supposed to be 60º today. I'm freezing. I don't know if there's so much water in the air that it seems cooler than it is or what.
A dog found us the other day. We were saying goodbye to Dinah after a sleepover when Rachel announced that a strange dog was in the driveway. I went out to make sure it was friendly before everybody came out and he ran right up to me, wagging his tail. He seems to have been cared for, was clean and had a choke chain on, but so far no one's claimed him. I call him Elof for a joke. He looks a lot like my great-uncle Luther did at the end of his life with his sweet saggy jowls (the dog, not Luther) but for some reason Elof tickled me more. (Elof was another great-uncle, brother to Luther.) I need to make some more posters to put up in the neighborhood. Here's a picture of him.
He's cute but I'm hoping that someone claims him soon.
I was blogging in Friend Leigh's comments section the other day about Rachel's "lambie" and thought I'd drop it in here as a quick Monday Memories.
When Sarah was born and was sick, I bought her a lambskin to sleep on. Lambskins are supposed to make the baby sleep better, grow faster, etc. Grow Sarah did, but she didn't take a shine to the lambie (pronounced with the "b" intact) which was fine since we had Rachel two years later. Rachel, on the other hand, loved lambie with a vigorous passion.
If Rachel was upset, all we'd have to do is hand her the lambie. She'd rub it on her face, stick her thumb in her mouth, and all was right in her world. She also liked to rub pieces of lambie between her thumb and index finger and, indeed, eventually pulled lambie to pieces doing so. We collected the lambie pieces because they were worth their weight in gold. Nothing but nothing could soothe Rachel like a piece of lambie. It was a sad day when Rachel was grown up enough that lambie did nothing for her and we threw out the collection of lambie bits that we'd saved.
Once, we dropped something off at Kinko's for Doug. He went to pick it up hours later and, upon entering the store, saw a piece of lambie that Rachel had dropped when she entered. He chuckled to himself and related the finding when he got home. He knew we'd been there. Lambie was there.
Sarah had her bink (a pacifier or "dummy") and Rachel had lambie. Abby was just a rabid nurser. I guess I was her lovey. I'm not sure that the twins had lovies other than each other but that has always seemed to work for them. Friend Husband had a blanket with fringes on it (it was called the "fringe-ah" by my mil). I had a doll that I slept with from the time I was two until I got married. Sometimes when I'm really upset, I still dig that doll out and sleep with her clutched to my chest. Lovies are so powerful and special.
What do you remember about your lovey?