Blanklet...

Blank-let. That is what I call this beauty:

My nephew, Braden, used that word when he was little. It stuck and now Stuart probably thinks that is what it is supposed to be called.

This is THE blanket that Stuart loves! He has slept with this blanket since he was five days old. A real life Linus van Pelt, except we wash it. His Grandma Ondricek is a master quilter and she made it just for him. It was love at first snuggle. And yes, that is a pink binki in his mouth. We got desperate in the early days.

These two were inseparable.

Poor Stuart with all the pink. To my credit I didn't put those glasses on him.

Poor Stu is now like one of Pavlov's dogs. Whenever we offer him this blanket - bedtime or not - he pulls it up to his face and sucks his thumb. It is a sight that melts your heart! The good thing is that it helps him go to sleep in unconventional and unfamiliar places.

Jared and I knew that he always preferred this blanket, but it wasn't until recently that we realized to what extent. Jared put him to bed the other week and offered Stuart the other blanket in the crib. Stuart didn't cry or make a big fuss, but he didn't fully relax until he had his Grma O blanket. Looks like this blank-let is in for a rough life filled with lots of snuggles. I only regret that the blanket's creator is not here to see how much it is appreciated. We miss her a lot!