A Wooby Has Been Chosen

The past week or so, Yuula wakes up in her crib and gives us a myriad collection of sound effects, from hysterical crying to quiet chirping, alerting us that it is time to extricate her from the baby cage. The only consistent thing is that when she sees us appear in the doorway she immediately turns back to her sleepspot to grab her soft pink blanket and hand it to us. We refer to it as "satin edge". She has deemed it her wooby. At least for now. She won't leave the crib without it. She drags it across the house all day. That and her owl pillow that we call Joan. She knows her by name. We know when Yuula is tired because she builds a palate in the middle of the living room, always with satin edge, always with Joan.