How to Wash a Blankie

First you ask baby to get blankie because it needs a bath. They will be all excited at first... they're actually allowed to put this item in the washer?! :O Say it ain't so!! Have baby place it into washer and close door. Throw a party, high fives!! Great job!! WOOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!! They can even dump in the soap and push the button. All fun and games. They love everything until the water starts. Then the realization hits them... wait a minute... NOOOOO!!! Is it done yet? Now? How about now? Why nooooooooot?!

If you have a top loader, you're in luck! They'll forget it's there sooner than you realize. If you have a front loader... in the kitchen... with a see-through window (like me)... be ready for meltdowns with hugs, kisses, cookies, and a line like "I know, sweetie but your blankie needs a bath! it's all dirty too! it needs a bath like you do". Hug, talk, kiss, talk, hug, hug, talk, talk, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat. Usually they get over it before the wash cycle is done... even for those of you (like myself) who have a European washer that takes HOURS to wash one load, followed by another hour to dry. Don't forget to allot ample time for yourself to have blankie washed and ready for nap time or bed time.

As for those times when blankie is part of a diaper blow-out or tiny tummy puke-fest... you gotta do what you gotta do. Just thought I'd have a little fun with the blog today ;)

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Unknown said…

That was too sweet!

10/01/2010 6:50 AM

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