It’s orange, covered in purple drawings of Alice in Wonderland characters. Fraying at the edges, it’s seen better days – and it’s really better suited (and sized) for covering a child’s body than a full-grown one.
But it’s still my nap blanket.
I don’t really call it that. Not out loud, at least. I might call it the orange blanket or that quilt, but you won’t hear me talk about my nap blanket.
You won’t hear me talk about burrowing under the orange quilt during naptimes, sucking on the corner and building a blanket house for my teddy bear.
{When I was four! I don’t do these things now!}
And you definitely won’t catch me admitting that I still like to snooze under my nap blanket, even though my feet stick out, and that no matter how many times I wash it (and with two cats and a three-year-old, that’s a lot), it still has a certain familiar smell that I love.
Nope. When you’re 32 years old, it’s a little weird to talk about how much you love your nap blanket.
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Ha ha! Love it! I guard my pillow with my life. No one is allowed to use it but me…not even my wee ones. Everyone knows my obsession..er…rule.
Hmm…I’m kind of afraid to even ASK how long you’ve have said pillow. Because you know that’s gross, right? (KIDDING. Of course. Mostly.) ;)
Hmph. My mom got rid of mine when I was in elementary school — she conspired with my babysitter. I still haven’t totally forgiven her. ;) Because you’re so right — it’s got its own smell that’s just so comforting! WAS so comforting. Anyway, haven’t read your entire post yet but instantly thought of that. The moral here is to never do that to your own daughter if she has one. ;)
WHAT? That doesn’t seem like your mom at ALL! What was she thinking???
WHAT?!?! It’s not acceptable at our age {okay so til now I didn’t realize we were the exact same age…} to talk constantly about our nap blankets? You just totally blew a hole in my world. Dag nab it! Now pardon me while I go crawl under my green cuddly NOT nap blanket….
Ooooh, sorry to burst your blankie bubble! :)
Mine is a Winnie the pooh twin size comforter we got at the thrift store 8years ago. I dragged it to the hospital with me to give birth to my son, and I snuggle under it on the couch and take naps.
Sounds like that comforter has been there for you – literally and figuratively!