Meet Charles

Each of our girls has a blanket/bear. This is a parenting key for us. The children need to learn to self-soothe, sooner rather than later as far as I'm concerned, and the blanket bear functions as transitional object. It's good for comfort and for sleeping. They suck their thumbs and snuggle up to it.

Anyway. Allison has a Winnie the Pooh. Frances has a little pink bear, officially named Tillie but she calls it Tee-tee. Jude had a pink bunny. We bought it before he was born--before we knew he was a boy, actually. The girls named it Rosie.

Rosie isn't working for our boy. It's too much bunny, not enough blanket. It's not really that snuggly. And so we went on a quest today to find a replacement.

We came home with Charles. Meet Charles:






















I'm pretty sure Charles is a dog. Allison picked him out. I named him. Allison wanted to call him Cha-Cha. I don't think so. Jude can call him whatever he likes but for now, I'm calling him Charles. It has a nice, stately ring to it.

Jude and Charles already get along famously. He took a lovely nap together snuggled up with his new friend:
























Let's hope this eases his night-waking.