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Amanda Lamb: Blue pig crisis

Posted April 1, 2012

My older daughter never had a special sleep toy, so I was unaware of the importance of such a ritual until I met Blue Pig.

Out of the 100 plus stuffed animals my younger daughter has crammed into her toy chest, somehow the Blue Pig became her favorite.

She sleeps with Blue Pig every night, and he travels with us whenever we leave town. To make matters a little more complicated, Blue Pig is not small. So, he doesn't easily fit in a purse or in a carry-on and often must be carried in someone's arms, often mine.

After a recent trip to the beach, we discovered in horror that Blue Pig had not returned home one night when we heard a scream. Blue Pig

"Mommy, where is Blue Pig?" she cried from her room. I mentally scanned my car and the two bags of gear from our trip in the hallway. And then it hit me - he was right where we left him, on the floor next to the bed at the beach. I am usually not careless when it comes to Blue Pig. I know what he means to my daughter. I always take one last sweep when we go anywhere to make sure he is with us. But this time, I dropped the ball.

"I will never sleep again," my daughter said, dramatically putting her hand to her heart.

"Sweetie, we'll get him back. I'm just not sure when," I said, knowing how dire the situation appeared to her.

Luckily, when my mother bought my daughter a Blue Pig, she also bought an identical one for herself. After a frantic call to my mother that night, her Blue Pig was on the way to us courtesy of UPS as a temporary solution until we could get the original back.

"Hmmm, he doesn't smell like my Blue Pig," my daughter said astutely as she sniffed his fur. She then turned him around and examined him. "He looks newer than my Blue Pig."

We all held our breath and waited for the realization to dawn on her that we had performed a Blue Pig switcheroo.

"But, he does have a stain right here. I guess he must be mine," she said with a shrug of her shoulders as she tucked him under her arm and wandered off towards her bedroom.

I still haven't had the opportunity to switch the pigs out again. I plan to do it soon, but frankly I am a little nervous given her keen powers of observation when it comes to Blue Pig.

If I get caught, however, I hope she will realize someday that it was all done out of love.

Amanda is the mom of two, a reporter for WRAL-TV and the author of several books including two on motherhood. Find her here on Mondays.


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  • Killian Apr 4, 2012

    A friend of my mom's gave my son a super soft, cotton blanket with an embroidered patch of classic Pooh when he was born. J called it his "Pooh" and it went everywhere. But when it started to get a bit worn, I panicked and asked my mom to pick a duplicate up when she traveled back to NY for a visit. J promptly called that one "'Nother Pooh". So if Pooh was in the laundry, Nother Pooh was with him and vice versa.

    Color me stunned when I went by his room the other day and saw his Pooh draped in a place of honor, visible! (He's now 16.) I'm thrilled that he is secure enough in his "manhood" to recognize the importance of childhood icons.

  • Glass Half Full Apr 3, 2012

    NN, my daughter's of the age now, if I tried to read her much of anything, I'd get the mid-teen eye rolling thing, and she'd say something like, "Mmmmmooooommmm, really"? I tell her she'll be my baby as long as I live, get used to it.

  • stagermom Apr 2, 2012

    My son is autistic and has a stuffed Snoopy that does not leave his side. He takes it everywhere with him. I had to search e-bay to find an identical one in case anything happened to it.

  • Not Now Apr 2, 2012

    Amanda and Glass: read The Velveteen Rabbit with your child. It is a sweet story about our most prized childhood stuffed animals.

  • Glass Half Full Apr 2, 2012

    My daughter has a rabbit made of (what used to be) white terry cloth, much like a washcloth. It was placed in her bassinet in the hospital the day she was born. She has parted with many stuffed animals over the years, but not this one, and won't let me wash it. It looks pitiful, but I can't imagine a toy that's any more loved than this one.

  • kellypratz Apr 2, 2012

    the things we do for our children. You can share those stories with them when their older and just laugh.

  • snowl Apr 2, 2012

    "Hmmm, he doesn't smell like my Blue Pig," my daughter said astutely as she sniffed his fur. "

    Oh, they know! My daughter was attached to her "blankie" and she did not want it washed. Of course, I would have to sneak it into the washing machine on occasion, and when I did this, I found the best way to approach it was to let her take it out of the warm dryer herself. The warm comfort of her clean "blankie" made everything right with the world....for both of us!

  • lyndiaboswell2 Apr 1, 2012