Last spring, Chandra gave Sylvan a gorgeous, knitted blanket that she apologized was “late” (here’s a woman who doesn’t know that we have amazingly unique and beautiful quilt squares from our wedding guests that still haven’t been made into a quilt; yes, our sixth anniversary is this year). Sylvan has used the blanket well, cuddling with it in the car and in the baby jogger; he was too little before she gave it to him to even appreciate it. Today, I saw harbingers of a toddler’s obsession with blankies, a la Linus, as Sylvan pulled the blanket around the house, saying, yes, “blankie.” When I showed him he could wear it as a cape, he wrapped up in it, reminding me of Klimt’s The Kiss, all colorful and swaddled.
Later, Tephra didn’t want to miss out on the blankie action.
Chandra will be excited when she sees this!
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