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Life with Levi
Levi’s little lamb
By Amanda Rodeheffer-Olson
Assistant Editor
As many of you may remember, I wrote a column about the Great Lambie
Swap of 2012. I still get asked about how the new Lambie is getting
along, so I figured that I’d fill you in.
Levi still has no idea that Lambie was even swapped out. He still loves
his lamb just as much as he ever did. Even more it seems sometimes.
Levi and Lambie are nearly inseparable now. Everywhere Levi goes,
Lambie goes too. Even to the babysitter’s house. And the grocery store.
But when Lambie goes to the store, he has to stay in the car. We tell
Levi that lambs aren’t allowed in the store, so Lambie waits patiently
in the car. And every time we get back to the car, Levi squeals with
delight at the sight of his favorite furry pal.
Lambie still gets thrown around quite a bit. And thanks to Daddy, he’s
even learned how to fly! (Yay. Mommy was thrilled when that happened.)
And, of course, Lambie is still a must-have at bedtime and naptime. No
Lambie means no sleep for Levi. And now, Mommy has to kiss Lambie
goodnight right after she kisses Levi. Levi makes sure of it.
Sometimes, Mommy has to kiss Lambie a few times just to get Levi to go
to sleep.
One thing that the new Lambie does not have in common with the old
Lambie is the washing machine. New Lambie has not been inside of the
washing machine at all. He’s been wiped off with a dry rag a couple
times, but past that, this Lambie has not been bathed.
New Lambie also still has his bow, and the tag on his butt. Thankfully,
Levi has not taken to chewing on that tag like he did when he was a
little baby. Believe me, I am VERY thankful for that!
As for the old Lambie, he is still in the top of Mommy and Daddy’s
closet. A month or so I got his down, just to see if he still smells
like a Sharpie. I am happy to report he doesn’t. He doesn’t exactly
smell good, but at least he no longer smells like a permanent marker.
Unfortunately, new Lambie looks much like old Lambie now. He is no
longer white and fluffy… He is gray, dingy and slightly matted. But
Levi doesn’t care. He loves him just the same.
And it’s a good thing, too. Because if Lambie had to be replaced every
time he became unfluffed, we’d have to take out a loan to keep up. But
we could always buy Lambie stock to make up the difference.
I’m really keeping my fingers crossed that this Lambie can go the
distance. And I’m also hoping that Levi soon forms an attachment with
something a little more boyish, like a dinosaur. Or a dog. Or a turtle.
Really, anything but a lamb.
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