Safe and secure

Sarah's been having a little trouble adjusting to the new house. She doesn't like to be left alone anywhere for any amount of time, not even 5 seconds. You can't even walk around the corner. We have to go with her everywhere to turn on lights and "help" her wash her hands, go potty, get a drink, etc.

"Mommy! I want you!"
"Honey, I'm right here. You can see me."
"But I want you!"
"Why"
"Because I love you."

That's so sweet. :D

I can understand her animosity. This house is bigger and she's not used to it yet and it can be scary for a little kid.

That's why I arranged her furniture to resemble her old room. She feels comfortable in there - at least enough to sleep in. She won't play in there by herself though. So for now, we have a little shadow. :)

Another comforting thing for her is what Pete calls the "blue plastic security blanket." In other words, a hospital throw up bag. You remember this post, right? Since then, she has carried around a throw up bag most of the time - in the car, watching TV, in her bed - but she hasn't thrown up. So Pete calls it her security blanket even though it's blue and plastic. Heh. She even took it in the shower yesterday. I suppose she was so traumatized by throwing up in the car that she's afraid to be without one. I think we have 4 total, but she only knows about 2. One we keep in the car, the other is in the house. I bet if she did know about the other 2, she'd have those stashed somewhere, too. I won't let her take them in stores or in public. I have to draw the line, ya know. ;)

Oy vey. I guess there are worse things she could have chosen for comfort, right?