R.I.P. “Beezit”
Yesterday, we began mourning the loss of our dear friend, “Beezit.” Not the actual blanket(s). It’s still here, clutched in Connor’s hand — as usual. But yesterday, my snugly two-year-old started referring to his jersey knit friend as “bwanket” instead of the long-running “beezit.”
When he said it, it caught my breath. He’s growing up right before my eyes whether I like it or not. As much as I love the little stages of their lives, it’s also fun to watch them grow and learn new things. (Now you know why we’ll have a boatload of kids! We like all the stages!)
I really was a bit sad that he started pronouncing blanket properly. I might have even cried… but he quickly crawled up onto my lap and said, “Mommy, I nuggo you?” Ahhh…