G and Sasa met when he was two days old. We had arrived home from the hospital and he was having (what I then ignorantly though to be) the world’s biggest tantrum. I lied him down in his little crib. He cried even harder. It was not until I placed the stuffed dog upon his chest that he calmed down. IMMEDIATELY. The dog we named Sarah – who would eventually just become “Sasa” – has never spent a night since away from G. They are inseparable. After school, he rushes home to cuddle his “girl” and suck his thumb.
God forbid we ever lose Sasa. That is exactly why we purchased two replicas: one to stay at school with him, and one to remain pristine and untouched in storage. Just. In. Case.
I’ve never really posted much about Sasa and yet, she is truly the fourth member of my family. Some pictures of Sasa (and Baby G) over the years…
Do your kids have a special stuffed animal or a blanket perhaps? Something that has taken on special meaning for them?