One of the softest baby blankets I ever received was from the mother of a friend of mine, when I was pregnant with Savannah. I loved the blanket because it was the perfect size and weight for snuggling little ones. Savannah never really took to it as she got older, so when I was pregnant with Emery I put it in with his things.
If I would have known how much Emery would love his blankie (and sucking his thumb) I would have considered naming him Linus. Good Grief!!!
The boy drags that thing everywhere. I have put limits on him taking it into stores and restaurants. I can’t imagine what it would be like if he lost it!!! Laundry day is bad enough!
Blankie has had to be repaired many times. The fuzzy soft inside is trimmed in white satin and because of all the “love” it receives, the border starts to pull away from the middle, leaving a gap between the two.
One babysitter and 2 grandmothers have taken it upon themselves to sew it back together in the past. On Saturday, Emery was the one that notified my mother, “blankie is broke…les’s fiss it Nanny.”
He led her right up the stairs to my bedroom where the sewing machine sits in the corner longing to be used once again. His face was filled with excitement as she opened up the old Singer and layed blankie across the table. He climbed up in her lap to help and with each stitch his smiled widened.
I just love how happy that blankie makes my sweet Linus. I love the security it gives him. I love to see him dragging it behind him, thumb in mouth, only half awake as he climbs in my arms and lays his head on my shoulder. And I love that right now, at 2 years of age, life’s problems can be fixed with nothing more than a needle and some thread.
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