Attachments

I swore when I had kids, that they would not have attachments. By this, I mean things that they just cannot live without. I was anti-pacifier, anti-blankie, anti-stuffed animal. Well all of that has gone to pot. Logan is definitely a pacifier baby. He loves to fall asleep with a pacifier in his mouth. This is rather convenient for times like church, but I wish he wasn't so dependent on it. Then we have the real trouble...Korben. Not only does he have one attachment, he now has 3. He refuses to sleep, eat, watch tv, or anything else without his "Melmo", "Bankie", and "Gog". Translation: the Elmo we got him for Christmas, His frog blanket, and a little stuffed animal frog. It is quite comical to see him try and carry all three of these items down the stairs. However, it is an accident just waiting to happen. More than once he has tripped over the dragging blanket, but luckily he had the huge Elmo to catch his fall.

So the other day I made Korben lunch and called him to the table. He proceeded to bring all 3 of his lifelines to the table and then tried to get himself (along with them) into the chair. I don't know how he did it, but after about 5 minutes of maneuvering (he HAD to do it HIMSELF) he got into the chair. This would have been fine, except that then Elmo fell and he had to get down and start the process all over. After a lot of hard work he finally got to the eating part of lunch. However, because he was holding all of them in his lap, when he tried to use the spoon to eat his peaches, he ended up dropping the spoon on the floor. So now he had to get off the chair with all of them and try and get back up with all of them AND the spoon. Needless to say, after 10 minutes of watching him try to work around these 3 rather than eating his lunch, I had had it! I told him they could sit on the table and watch him eat, and that is when the waterworks started. I ended up just taking them all upstairs only to now have a sobbing little boy that still wouldn't eat his lunch. I decided that I would compromise and gave him his frog (the smallest of the 3), but this was not enough. He immediately hopped of the chair to go in search of his beloved Melmo and Bankie. I finally gave up on lunch altogether and just let him have them.

We then move ahead a few hours (oh say 5am the next morning) and I hear this sobbing that rips me from the wonderful dream I was having. It was Korben, panicking because he couldn't find his Gog in his bed! I was so mad I could have burned the stupid things (but I wanted to get back to sleep, so just found gog in the covers and gave it to him).

I haven't quite decided what to do about this dilemma. It really is cute how much he loves these things, and I think it will help him to not feel so deserted when we go on the cruise. However, I am sick of the tantrums and the tears and having to wash all of them because they are taken everywhere!

So there is my rant about attachements. Is this just an age thing that will go away, or should I just hide them all and make him grow up now rather than later?

Here are some pictures of him and his little items. His new thing is to lay on the floor with them when he is ready to take a nap. Gog makes a nice pillow, and hey, he already has his blanket. :)