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A boy and his blanket

My 2 year old son is in a love affair . . . with his blanket. It has been going on for two years now. It started Christmas 2006, when he was 6 months old. My mom, made him a no sew fleece blanket for Christmas. It is the cutest Winnie the Pooh blanket, with tassels on the end. It is made of fleece, so it was perfect for the winter. He would snuggle up with it, holding some of the tassels with his fingers while sucking on his thumb. After a few nights, he settled in and it seemed as if he could not sleep without it. When the summer came, I knew something had to change. Instead of breaking him of his blanket, I decided to make him a new "love". One that was smaller and lighter. His new no sew blanket was light yellow and light blue, with tassels all around. We would keep his blanket in his crib and he would only use it for naps.

That all changed when he began to walk. Once we has able to navigate the stairs in our house, he would go up stairs when I was not looking and grab his blanket. Honestly, at the time I thought it was cute. This tough little tiger, was like a little lamb with his blanket in hand, most of the time sucking his thumb.

Now, he is 2 1/2 years old. He brings his blanket down with him when he wakes up in the morning. The blanket is discarded at times of play (usually left in the middle of the kitchen floor). He does not take it out of the house (although it has made its way into the sand box a few times over the summer. But when it is in his hands, he is holding the tassels, sucking his thumb and walking around with the rest of the blanket dragging behind him. Yes, his alias is Linus.

Since Christmas, I have decided to try to break him of this "love". In the morning, I tell him to say good bye to his blanket and that he will see it at nap time. So far, he has been pretty good about it, but he starts jumping around, all excited at nap time. His little face lights up and he yells "My blanket!" in delight.

I just have to laugh at the little guy!


  1. Oh, I remember the searing loss when my blanket finally ripped to shreds. Those were hard days. [smile]



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