for any parent who has a kid who falls truly, madly, deeply in love with an object, when they're a really little kid, you can understand that the object, whether it be a toy, blankie, passie, doll or batman dvd (i saw a kid carrying one around a park one day & his dad said he never ever puts it down) becomes a part of the family. you can't go anywhere without it, you tuck it into bed each night, there's a good chance that it has a name & maybe even a personality or voice.
brooke was a newborn baby when she got her soft bodied doll. i used to tuck it into her crib with her since there were no hard parts and by the time she was 9 months old, we were calling it bedbaby & she was calling it "beeboppy." she loved bedbaby's hands, which are like little mittens with just a thumb & she would rub that thumb onto her lips as she was falling asleep. by the time her first birthday rolled around, bedbaby & brooke were inseparable.
|this was on brooke's first birthday|
there was even a poem written in her honor. my mom wrote it for brooke during bedbaby's hay days, before i started restricting her usage.
EDIT: for any of you who may have been here & read the original post, you'll notice that the poem is gone now. i didn't ask my mom for permission before posting it & since it's her work, i should have done that. we've been thinking for years about making a book out of it, so maybe one day the bedbaby poem will be back in the form of a baby board book.