Bing bing

Tallulah is one of those kids who carries around a blanket. Her name is Bing Bing. My sister in law knitted her for T when she was born and truthfully, she was always partial to it, but bing bing really became a necessity when she had her pneumonia/collapsed lung last year that landed her in the hospital where she underwent multiple suction procedures that caused her to vomit and extrude massive amounts of phlegm. Bing Bing got us through that.

Bing bing, of course goes with us places. Like to fort davis and Florida and grandma's house and also to the grocery store and the gym, and while I usually discourage taking toys to those kinds of places, because they will be forgotten, I don't feel that way about Bing Bing. You see, she is part of our family, and you don't forget your family.

And since she is part of our family, she is quirky like everyone else in this non-traveling freak show.

Bing Bing is a girl.

Bing Bing does not like other blankets. She really, really, does not like them. "Bing Bing don't like dis one." So we fall asleep slightly cold and then I have to go in there later and cover Tallulah up. The only blanket she can tolerate is the comforter on our bed. So after waking up cold, she and Bing Bing come in our room and T says when I cover her "oh, dis one ok. Bing bing like dis one."

If Bing Bing is mad at you she will hit or attack you. Just ask hyphen.

If Bing bing loves you she will kiss you and cuddle you. Just ask me.

Bing Bing sometimes doubles as a long haired wig, a dress and a baby sling/ nursing cover. Tallulah strongly feels breast is best when it comes to her dolls.

Bing bing does not like the cover to Richard Scarry's Best Storybook Ever. She thinks the lion is too scary and doesn't want it anywhere near her.

Bing Bing has a nickname. It is "the bings the bongs."

Bing Bing is who T turns to when she is in trouble or scared or sad. "I need my Bing Bing, " through tears and a quivering lip. And she is so pathetically sad you give in to her and don't care about her being spoiled because kids who carry blankets around like they are a life line and just too damn cute.

Bing Bing will be three soon and I just want to say, "happy Birthday," Bing Bing, we love you.