The story of the "chew cane"

The story of the chew cane isn’t monumental…or even very entertaining to those who aren’t me, but because I can launch anything I want out into cyberspace, I’ve decided that it’s something I want to remember and force my kids to remember.
When I was a baby someone made me a fabric candy cane (it was probably my mom or her mom…I’ll have to ask later) to chew on…hence “chew cane”.  I was 7 months old on my first Christmas, so it was the perfect drooly age for me to hold something soft and chew on it.  My mom held on to the chew cane and got it out (and washed it) for when we went to Mississippi for Macy’s first Christmas.  Since Macy and my birthday are only 1 day apart, she was also at the perfect age for the chew cane.  It completely grossed Doug out that our daughter was chewing on the same chew cane that had I had chewed on as a baby, but she loved it.

While we were there my brother commented about Macy chewing on “his” chew cane…he had to be corrected. 😉  My parents had moved into their new house for Steven’s first Christmas and the chew cane was packed in a box that was still at their old house, so it didn’t make another appearance until this Christmas.  Logan got a chance to try the chew cane…and he was a fan.

The moral of this story is that, in our family, we don’t pass down jewels or china…we pass down chew canes. 😉