Mya has a special B.
My mom makes every grandchild 3 blankets when they're born. A crocheted afghan, a receiving blanket (flannel), and a bigger than normal fleece blanket. This is the one Mya chooses to carry around with her everywhere she goes.
This thing is huge - as you can see here, laid next to Lauren's receiving blanket.
It had to be the biggest one she has.
And yes, I realize that I could put my foot down. But I choose to pick my battles.
Recently I've decided that I need to do something about it.
It's just too big and gets so nasty from being dragged everywhere.
I have to wait until she's got her guard down and make a mad dash to the washing machine to wash it, and then make sure she doesn't go in the laundry room and see it.
It's so ridiculous.
I've thought that maybe I could cut it into 4 different pieces (there's room, believe me) and have my mom crochet around the other edges, and then maybe we can rotate between 4 B's. Then I can wash them more often, and they won't be so gross. But she might lose it.
I mean seriously lose it.