Wow...I can't believe I'm writing this, but while I was out of town last week, Nate decided that he was going to give up his blanket (aka Bobby). Scott takes all the credit for it, of course, but Nate really made the decision and has stuck to it thus far (going on a week).
For those of you that don't know Bobby (or haven't smelled Bobby for that matter), it is Nate's blanket, his A#1 comfort item since about 6 months of age. The wonderful habit that Nate concocted with Bobby is that he liked to chew it...he was never a pacifier baby, but instead got this fabulous habit with his blanket. Bobby had to be washed every other day or you could smell it coming. Honestly, I think Nate got tired of smelling it and that is what prompted all of this. Regardless, it is tremendous progress...progress towards what I'm not sure!
I was shocked today when I was cleaning up while Nate was napping to find Bobby on the couch. Not in his bed, not a second thought given to this what for so long was a prized posession. Wow, I'm honestly still in shock!
In full disclosure, Nate has another blanket that has always been second fiddle to Bobby, and now it is has become more important to him. But I'm okay with it, because it is a much larger blanket and he doesn't carry it around the house. AND, he told me today that he didn't really need his blanket, but instead just liked to nuzzle it a little bit from time to time.
That's when the sadness set in...my little boy is growing up, like mega growing up. I have wished for the Bobby to be gone many times, but now I'm mourning what seems to be the passing! I won't count too many chickens before they hatch, but I will mark this as an event in Nate's quest for independence.