Poor Teddy

Everyone in our family looks after Teddy... It is always the secondary thought... First: where's little un?  is she safe? ... then second,  where's Teddy,  does she have him?   The only person that doesn't look after him is Little Un herself... He gets chucked about, thrown down slides and dangled in the mud, but he is without doubt, her most loved possession... However sometimes on occasions like this morning, an even worse fate awaits poor Teddy...  Occasionally when I'm changing her nappy she will try and shove  him between her legs... ( Usually because she's playing silly buggers and is trying to make it harder for me to do the nappy change... ) My heart sinks... oh no! Teddy's got poo on him... This is muck that cannot be ignored... I'm going to have to wash him now... 

All of that is fine... but it's the drying of Teddy that is more tricky and also that fact that he comes out differently after the wash... he's clean,  he's pink instead of grey,  he smells divine like spring days and fresh flowers,  he's soft and fluffy in texture... and I just know that this is a problem because when bedtime comes, all little un wants is to bury her face in her crusty, dribbly companion who smells of all the adventures of the previous days, and makes her feel secure and grounded... 

Oh well... toxic Teddy does have to be washed sometimes, and we've been running around a plenty today... fingers crossed that little un is tired enough not to need her old and trusted familiar too much....