Okay, so this is the bib Vanessa has developed an attachment to -- not a blankie, not a stuffed animal, but a bib. This is actually a hand-me-down from her cousin Hannah. I'm not sure what it is about the bib that she like so much . . . the fun colors, the pocket or what . . . but she loves it! So after wearing it and chewing it most of the first day, it started to smell a little, so that night when taking a bath it was easy to take it away without her noticing. I eventually carried it downstairs to place at the top of the basement stairs so it could be put in the laundry. The basement stairs have a door at the top which remains closed most of the time. The next morning Vanessa was walking around the kitchen for only a few minutes when she somehow caught a glimpse of the bib under the door. She bent down, reached under the door, pulled the bib through and carried it over to me while screaming for me to put it on her. It was another day of having to wear the bib all day. She even insisted on wearing it while napping, which put me on edge since that's a choking hazard. (I just kept checking on her.) Finally at the end of that day, I was able to take it all the way to the basement to be washed.
