Fill in the Blankie, a personalised baby blanket:
I travelled across the world to get here. But it didn’t take me very long. I was so excited to finally get out of my package and meet my owner/best friend – the person who will love me unconditionally for the rest of their life. Daniel.
I could hear the package around me being torn open. Light flooded in. “Oh wow, it’s beautiful!” Someone said.
A little girl grabbed me and excitedly ran off giggling.
The little girl trying to steal me
“No, no, you’re not Daniel!!!” I screamed. “I belong to Daniel, not to you! Daniel’s name, birthdate, time of birth, and weight are written on me. Not yours!” But she kept cuddling me and running around, totally ignoring my pleas, acting as if she couldn’t even hear me.
“That’s for Daniel sweetie, you already have a special blanket that you love.” She put me down and ran off to get her own blanket.
Finally, I got to meet Daniel. I was wrapped around him, warm and snug. I knew from that moment that we would be forever bonded. He would cherish me his whole life, eventually showing me to his own children. I knew that I would be that one blanket that he always kept. Everyone has that one blankie. But I’m special. I’m personalised. I am made to last. I’m adorable. I’m loveable., cuddly, and soft.
Then he threw up on me. “Oh no,” his mom said “the blankie!”
I'm very well made!
“That’s ok,” I told her “I’m robust and made of high quality materials, you can wash me! Just throw me in the washing machine, I’ll be fine!” But she couldn’t hear me. Probably because I’m a blanket. Luckily she threw me in anyway. Good as new.
Want your own Fill in the Blankie? You can get 20% off by ordering one by 19 October 2011 using the code iwnt20. Click here for some suggestions for personalizing your baby blanket.
Want to WIN a digital gift certificate for $150 towards any Fill in the Blankie (mine cost less than that including shipping, so depending on the blanket you get, you won’t have to pay a dime!)? All you have to do is comment on this post telling me your most embarrassing mommy story. Anyone in the world can enter, you don’t have to be in the U.S. or Australia. Entries will be judged by an impartial third party as I’m sure I will know some of you who enter (to make it fair for those I know and those I don’t) and will be notified via email. Contest ends 13 October.
UPDATE: Some people have said the this site won’t let them leave a comment, so you can also post your entry on the Mommy Adventures facebook page wall.
*A free personalised Daniel blanket was given to me by Fill in the Blankie for me to review.
Mommy Adventures 
I believe my most embarrassing moment so far being a mommy happened just this week: I had some shopping to do, and told my (4 year old) son if he was on his best behavior we could go out to lunch instead of going home to eat. He made it though the whole store, me running home to get my wallet that I had forgotten, and we were standing looking at the menu when he started pretend punching the large ICEE bear cutout. I asked him to stop, and then tried to figure out what I wanted to eat. He proceeded to punch at the bear again. I said “Fine, we are going home!” He then started yelling and screaming at me that he wanted subs, he didn’t want to go home. I had to literally drag him out of the store, in my right hand was my 2 year old daughter and the things we had bought at the store, the left was him. He grabbed the shopping cart and didn’t want to let go, and continued crying, screaming and fighting me. A little old lady stopped and tried to help by telling him everything was ok and that he didn’t need to act that way. I thanked her for trying and finally got him to let go of the cart. Then on the way to the car he wrapped himself around a pole in the parking lot continuing to scream at me. Finally we got to the car, I told him to stay next to the car as I put my daughter into her car seat, luckily he stayed this time. All though when I asked him to get into the car he threw another fit and started screaming again, so I had to pick him up and put him in his seat and buckle him in! He normally does this himself. The entire ride home he yelled and screamed at the top of his lungs about wanting subs, and not wanting to go home. I even turned up the radio hoping he’d quiet down or something, he just got louder. We got home and I put him to bed with just a glass of water, and had to lock him into his room to get him to stay. After his “nap” I gave him a piece of bread to tide him over to dinner. Not a fun day to say the least!
Oh my gosh that is embarrassing (but totally not your fault!)
My most embarrassing mommy moment happened when my son was just a few months old. I ran out of nursing pads and did not have time to stop at the store on the way to my sister’s high school graduation. Luckily I wore a leather jacket that day because I had to keep it on zipped nearly to the top no matter how hot it got to prevent my rather wet chest from showing. We rushed out of there the second the ceremony ended, barely having time to congratulate my sister and not staying for any celebratory festivities.
I think my most embarrassing moment with my 13 month old was at dinner a few weeks ago. We went out for my friends birthday with her and her 18 month old. My son finds it hilarious to throw his food on the floor or at me instead of eating it. Our cat fully benefits from this at home but in public it’s not so nice. Well, I am distracted and talking to my friend, catching up on life and I did not realize that my son was not eating quietly like I imagined. He was instead, putting spaghetti, ever so quietly, in the hair of the women behind us. He managed to put 4 long strands in her hair before my friend noticed! I was so embarrassed when I told this poor women that he was gently putting spaghetti in her hair. I’m still not entirely sure how she did not notice/feel this, but she was not exactly nice about the revelation!
Hahaha!
I’d like to have a blankie say my child’s name with maybe a pretty patteren either side
My husband told me a about 6 months ago that I had ‘chocolate or vegemite’ on the side of my forehead. I assumed my daughter had patted my head or something after eating vegemite toast.To my disgust, on closer inspection, it wasn’t chocolate, and it wasn’t vegemite. No, it was poo. It must have gotten on the back of my fingers or hand or something when changing our daughter and then transferred on my forehead when I brushed my fringe back off my face when changing her, before I washed and sterilised my hands.
To add to it all, I had been out at the shops for quite a while like that – it was only on arrival home when my husband saw me that the offending smudge was discovered. I haven’t to this day told him it was poo. I was too horrified at the time, and forgot all about this until now. If I win, I’ll tell him. haha.
And I’ve learnt my lesson – ALWAYS look in the mirror when washing hands, no matter how horrible and mirror-shy you may feel that day!!!
Hahaha!
Hi $author, appreciated getting to know about “The little blankie that could «”. You see, these days it’s of huge relevance to disseminate information like this, especially to future and actual parents. Child safety and related accessories should come first! Sadly enough, many parents haven’t realized that, even living in highly-developed countries.