Forgetful Emily

I've been around young children all my life, started babysitting at the age of 12, taught in a preschool for 5 years, got a degree on Early Childhood Education, been a child care provider in my home for 8 children and am the mother of 2. I have never met a child as forgetful as my five year old!
I don't question her intelligence. I know she's "all there", isn't ADD, or anything. She is just forgetful.
Case in hand, she has a special butterfly blanket that was made for her before she was born. She has loved this blanket immensely in her short life. However, she is not allowed to take it out of her bed. It gets misplaced and torn up too easily. When my grandma arrived last Wed., Emily took it into the guest bedroom to show her. At bedtime, when she can't find it, she claims she put it back in her bed. Grandma looked in her room and I looked through out the house to no avail. We couldn't find it. She went to bed and woke up with an ear ache (double ear infection) around 2 a.m. As I'm downstairs getting her some medicine, she comes down just as I turned off the lights. In the pitch dark, she has a melt down. She thinks that she left the door unlocked and someone came in and stole her butterfly blanket. "It's all my fault! Someone stole her!" She's in full blown crying mode now.
Thurs. evening, after our Thanksgiving meal and everyone has gone home, I go in search for this blanket. I look EVERYWHERE! Going upstairs, I stop on the platform and look behind the plant. There is a candy bar there. I ask her if she put it there and honestly, she said no. Rebecca says, "Yes you did, I saw you" After arguing (Rebecca and Em) for a minute, realization dawns on her. She remembers putting it there after Daddy told her she couldn't have it. So, she put the candy bar behind a plant on the stairs to hide it until later and forgot about it.
Back to the search for butterfly blanket, I am back in Grandma's room and Emily is retracing her steps. She still says she put it in her bed until I start looking in the dresser. I started looking in the bottom drawers because she can't reach the top ones. Then it hits her! She climbs on a chair and opens the top drawer. There it is!!! Oh my lands child!
The next day, she yells from the top of the stairs, "Why did I come up here?" I yell back, "To go to the bathroom" "oh, yeah"
Big sigh... this is only one of the many stories I have on her short term memory loss. On the other hand, her long term memory blows me away. The things she remembers from years ago! What, oh, what am I going to do with her?