We have about a 30 minute commute to and from work every day. Not too bad - it's nice to get a little talking time in...or at least back when we used to get talking time in. Now Eli cries most of the way to work and home - and not just a little cry - a "get me out of this car seat right now" cry. I read articles about people putting their kids in the car and driving them around to get them to sleep - not the case in our world.
So yesterday when he was screaming on the way home, my sweet Carlee offered him her "bumpy". If you're not familiar, "bumpy" is Carlee's blanket. She has had bumpy since birth. She holds it, sucks her thumb and rubs the "crag" - known to the rest of us as the tag. Bumpy is dirty and it stinks - and the "crag" has been rubbed down to just a few threads. But, she still rubs those few threads. Carlee may have bumpy when she gets married.
Chris and I decided early on that Eli wouldn't have a blanket and he wouldn't suck his thumb...until yesterday. When he held bumpy he got quiet. So, this morning we gave him a little blanket that he got as a gift with little "crags" all over it...and he hugged it all the way to work with very few tears. Chris said we may have to go to blankie therapy when he's 3 - but we'll worry about that later. Now he's a blankie man. Whatever works.