Benny's Bank

We woke up to the sound of rain this morning... it was hours full of beautiful moments. The boys wanted to continue watching Ghostbusters in my bed. We all fell asleep last night in the middle of watching this. I woke up though, at a wee hour to hear a kurplunk, collar jingle and a whine with the not so quiet TV in the background. Benny fell off the bed... in Pursie's smelly spot she sleeps in, and on her. He climbed back into my bed and I held my baby tight, right back to his peaceful sleep. I was in love holding him but that Ghostbusters theme song that was blasting over the TV on the DVD title screen was getting to me... I'm still humming it in my head today and feeling like I could even bust a ghost myself. I was glad to firmly press the power button and continue in my own sleep after all that. This morning, during our morning snuggles and the gentle sound of rain somebody was missing in action: Benny's Bank. I had a feeling I knew where it was. I looked in Pursie's dog spot, and there it lye. I reminded him of the episode including him taking a trip down to floor last night. He didn't remember it at all, didn't believe me, and thought I was joking. I shared with him how he had a slight scent of our old girl as I held him back to sleep. I also showed him the evidence of Bank on the floor, bundled up with Pursie. I knew he believed me at that time. I rescued Bank from the old dog pit and returned it to our nest. He didn't want anything to do with it... in fact Benny was mad. He was mad that he went to that spot and mad that his precious Bank went there too. So mad that he wanted nothing to do with his blanket, and nothing to do with my snuggles. He demands, "Mom go wash it." Benny is my nit-picky son and his blanket just wasn't in it's usual state. Grandma Carlson made him this blanket when he was born. As you can see he loves it. It's been dragged through just about everything, caught on a lot, and I'm sure the culprit of a couple colds. But it's a part of his security and soothes him almost as good as his mom. Bank was in rare form though this AM. It had been with Pursie all night, which I'm sure she loved. I would. It ferments of Benny's sweet baby smells... still to this day. But this morning the typical "bank aura" was off, and it didn't fly with Benny. So I decided to share with him, over the soft rain, why it's so special this morning. Pursie is a part of our family and she can't get up on our bed anymore... so now we have her love in a different form for our oh so special snuggles this morning. Well, as sweet as it sounded to me, that didn't cut it for him. So S. Stink and I snuggled with Bank hoping to spark some jealousy, and nope, that didn't work either. He still didn't want it. Bribery with breakfast in bed sure did the trick though... it was a smokin' deal. He thought so too because it brought him, his beloved blanket and all of our loves back into my arms, and... with a smile. Happy Saturday... :)