One, two, THREE!

Last week, Rudy discovered the third Lambie.  Before then, she only knew that two of them existed.  And she happened to be carrying them both around non-stop, and they were filthy, so I put them in the wash.  And usually, when I put one Lambie in the wash, I give her the other.  But I didn't want her to know there are three (for insurance purposes), so I reassured a distraught little Toot that her Lambies were getting all wet and clean, and that they would have a fun ride in the dryer, and then she'd have them back.

And then, later, while I was busy elsewhere,  Todd reassured a distraught little Toot with the third Lambie.  I don't remember exactly how the other two slipped into view, but I do remember that later that night Rudy came downstairs with a look of wonder and delight in her eyes before she plopped down on the couch with one, two, and three Lambies.  It was a bounty!  "Three Lambies," she said in a quiet, satisfied voice, smiling.

And so now, the jig is up.  She doesn't have to carry all three around, but she has, even out and about, and it makes her pretty happy.  Tonight, right now, she's snuggling "Crazy Lambie" under the covers, and "Boom Lambie" is at the foot of the bed.  I don't know what the third is named, but I do know Rudy smiles very big when she's clutching one or two Lambies and having silly, animated conversations with them, dressing or diapering them, packing bags of baby toys for them, or cooking in the playroom kitchen for them.

Here's another fun Lambie fact: the kids at Rudy's preschool have probably met all three of her Lambies several different times, because they make constant appearances at Show and Tell every week.  It's like, "Show Lambie, and Tell About Lambie, Again" for that kid.  I don't imagine it ever gets old.