Emma's Moo

So when Emma was about 5 months old, Dave got her a pink moose. Since that time, she has been very attached to it. She only sucks her thumb if her moose is in sight. We have had some great entertainment, putting the moose behind our backs, and watching the thumb come out, and then immediately go back in, as we reveal the moose. Emma has been the easiest baby in the whole world, and a lot of that I attribute to the "moo" as she calls it. When she has her moose, she immediately flips it around, so that it's tail is up by her face so she can rub it between two of her fingers. After so much love, the moose was becoming a health hazard, so Dave got online, and ordered two more. She is having none of that. Last night we tried to trick her, and took a new moose into her crib. She flipped it around, rubbed it on her face, and took a big whiff. That moose came hurtling out of the crib with amazing force. We then put her old one in and after one long sniff, she assumed the position. Now, her smelling the moose, was enough for me to throw up a little in my mouth. Dave and I like to dare each other to smell it. It is kind of like finding a bottle of milk that has been lost for a few months, and that is the smell it has, fresh out of the washer.