Brendan has a thing for his blanket. It is a disgusting, stinky little thing (see photo). He sleeps with it. He rubs the soft edges against his face to self-soothe. But mostly, he sucks on it. It is continually damp. Yuck.
When he sees me put it in the washer, he bangs on the machine and cries. He grabs at it through the slats on his crib and tries to bring it with us when we leave the house. When we return home, he runs to his crib for the happy reunion.
The blanket gets unbearably funky and I replace it every two months. I know I should stop replacing it and start weaning him away from it but I can't bring myself to do it quite yet.
His first love affair, I am afraid.
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