And we have a winner…

So far, each of my kids have a special cuddly friend. The chosen one. That precious item that keeps their world spinning and helps them fall asleep.

It’s the one thing I’m most terrified of losing because you’ve seen Armageddon right? Except instead of Bruce Willis saving the universe and everyone living happily ever after, it’s the alternate ending where everything gets blown up into a gazillion little pieces.

And this is coming from someone who has lost a number of pretty important things. Like my wedding ring. Wallets. Phones. A $2,000 cheque that I accidentally chucked down the chute (which btw, I managed to retrieve by opening up the chute downstairs and digging through a pile of poopy diapers, an army of cockroaches and other nasty stuff that shall not be described in detail). But none of those things are as bad as losing THE PRECIOUS.

For Truett, it was his blue striped blankie and Kirsten had her precious duck duck. Finn, well, he’s finally made his choice.

Might I add that this selection process is an elaborate one because one does not just anyhowly select a best friend. Since he was born, we’d give him different variations of cuddliness like a blue bunny, a white bunny, a bear, a giraffe and even Kirsten’s spare duck. He’d take one, roll it around in his fingers, smell it, rub it against his cheeks, taste it and then toss it. He did this to each one multiple times until yesterday, he finally settled on a supersoft minky blanket, pressed it to his cheeks and fell asleep.

He held on to this blanket all of last night and this morning, he was all over the thing trying to make out with it.

I think we found a winner.