Where's my blanket?

So when I graduated from college, my parents took me to Europe. (Not as a graduation present or anything, it just happened to be timed that way.) They also took my sister and her oldest child, who was at the time about 5 months old. Erin brought along Ben's quilt, and it was fun to see him light up when he was given that quilt. That was what made me decide to make quilts for my babies. I wanted them to love something that I created just for them.

With Nate, it was wildly successful. If I had all of my photos on the new computer I would to a collage of Nate and his blanket, since the two are never far apart. We were supposed to give it up at his 3rd birthday, and it was going to be a bed time thing, but I haven't had the guts yet. Anyway, the other day someone looked at his blanket and said that this must have been one of mommy or daddy's blankets that was passed down. Oh no, it's just been that loved. I had to make him a second one, just so that I would be able to wash them. Nate is a blanket boy.

Graham is just starting to get into his blankets. Often these days when I go in to get him out of his crib he will be sitting there with all of his blanket pulled into his lap.

The nice thing about loving a blanket is that is an easy comforter. Whenever there are tears, the first thing we grab is the blanket. (One of the reasons that it has not been banished to the bed yet.) And that brings us to events of the other day. For some reason both of the kids were crying at the same time (quite a regular occurrence) and then Jesse and I looked, and both of them had their blankets in their mouth as they were crying.

The picture of Graham is from the actual event. I couldn't get both of them at the same time though. And Nate is not really crying in the other picture, but it's a safe bet that he had been crying not too long before this. (We have A LOT of tears in our house.)