Prized Possessions

I was thinking about how each of our kids has something they are completely and utterly attached to. Sometimes the attachment is a little overboard if you ask me.

Let's begin:

The Blankie:

Sydie has been attached to her pink blankie since she was a baby. No other child of ours has ever had a "blankie" so we found it to be kind of cute at first. She would always couple sucking her thumb with holding the blankie, also a kinda cute at the baby stage. Now Sydie is 6 years old and still can't live without this blankie. We tried to talk her into realizing she was too old for this, but it didn't really work. It was as if we were talking her into cutting off her left hand. So needless to say, she got back the blankie. We're suckers for giving into wailing and death cries for hours. When she did get it back she spoke to it (which she often does). "Blankie I will never leave you, you'll always be my blankie". The guilt!!! How could I be so cruel???!!

The Dog:

Katrina's p.p. (prized possession) was a little bit of a toss-up between the dog and Lily, her stuffed cat. The dog was the winner though. She loves the stinky, maggot hosting, run away guy. He's a pretty good playmate I'd have to say. He lets her dance with him, put clothes on him, lets her tease him incessantly and hug and kiss him. She'll spend an hour a day just playing with him, so he's been a better investment than any toy that's for sure. Poor Lily has had to take a back seat.

The Piano:

I think the fact that the piano is not portable is one of the only reasons we don't see that thing going everywhere with us. Coby is always playing that thing to the point of driving us bananas. When he's starting to learn a new song he's constantly playing it over and over until he gets it right. He was born to play I guess. One day I got on him for crying too much and he says, "The reason I cry so easily is because I play the piano and I know how to express my emotions easily." Hmmmm, Ooookaaay. Maybe it's getting in his head a little too much I say.

The Guitar:

Now I use to think the piano was played too much until Ace started getting into his guitar. He plays ALL the time. If he sees, he'll play it. It's like some strange magnetic force draws him to it, even if he knows he needs to be doing something else. He is totally late for something and yet he'll walk over to his guitar, sit down and play with this dazed looked on his face like the guitar has possession of him. It's kinda weird if ya ask me. His friends even get on his case for playing it too much. He was going to a friends house one night and grabbed his guitar to take with him. I had to make him take it back into the house before we left. He wants an electric guitar for Christmas and I know my sanity would not be able to handle it so we're going to have to go for something else. Note: The picture of Ace is awful b/c he refuses to take any pictures. I tried all kinds of sneaky things but that's the best I could get!!