Hi everyone and Happy Valentine's Day! My husband is working a triple shift and I'm pregnant and big as a house so yeah, love is awesome and stuff.
One day I noticed that Toot's favorite blanket needed to be washed and so I went to get it from Toot to toss it in the washer. Now although this is her favorite blanket, Toot's never really acted like it's her "blankie". (She actually calls it "fan" for some reason.) So she very sweetly handed it to me when I told her it was going to get a "bath" and calmly watched me throw it in the washer and start it up.
Then, apparently she put two and two together because all hell broke loose. "Where fan?!" "Me fan!" "Where go fan?!" "Out fan, no bath!" "Fannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!" So after trying to explain to a two year old the mechanics of a washing machine, she set up camp and refused to move.
She sat here the entire time. Maybe I should wash this blanket more often because it was like a 33 minute cycle. And then to the dryer they both went...
By the way, this wasn't a different day from the first picture and this wasn't taken during Christmas. I got her past the washer long enough to try and dress her. She picked out her "Santa Claus" dress even though it's January and I figured I had tortured her enough for one day so whatever.
In the end she waited until the "fan" came out of the dryer and a look of joy, the likes of which I've never seen, lighted up her face. She turned that look of joy upon me which made me feel like I was the best mom in the world! She gripped the freshly laundered "fan" in her sweet baby hands, promptly threw it to the floor, said "Fan hot" and wandered off to watch Backyardigans.
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