We’ve had a sick kiddo at our house the past few days.  A nasty, nasty cold. 
We had to put potty training on hold because of it too :(

Her boo, Giraffe, got the brunt of it.  Snot, slobber, the whole mess.  Giraffe needed a bath.  BAD.  If you read this older post you already know that she has found our back-up Giraffe that is supposed to help us in situations like this.  Well now that she knows she has two, she knows when one is missing.  Izzy – “Braff?!  Where’s Braff?!” (she hasn’t figured out the “gir” part).  She didn’t actually see me toss him in the wash, but she knows something isn’t right.  Me – “Giraffe needed a bath honey.”  Panic sets in.  I took her into the laundry room so she could see him in the dryer and know where he is.  She stood there watching him for the longest time.  She’ll be a loyal friend for sure 🙂  Oh, and note she’s holding onto her back-up Giraffe.