My 15-month old has a love affair going on. It’s quite cute, and disturbing at the same time. He is 100% obsessed, and I just don’t know whether to be scared or enchanted by it. He is madly, deeply and truly in love with…
Well, 2 blankets in particular. They are both the same color, and the same softness. So, he probably thinks they are the same blanket. But, he definitely has a preference. Other blankets, he doesn’t care about but these two he is in love with.
And, when I say obsessed, I mean obsessed. I try to keep whichever one he is using at the time in his crib so it stay semi-clean, but he finds it, and cries until he gets it out. Now, he carries it around constantly. Whimpers when he sees it coming close. Kisses it. Rolls around on the floor with it like he is having his own little celebration. Rubs his face in it over and over. Has to be holding it when he falls asleep. A love affair, I tell you. Here is some evidence from my crappy iPod camera.
I said to my husband, “Don’t you think it’s a little strange he is so obsessed with this blanket?” He said, “Not really.” Then, I remember Kyle. His obsession was real too.
Maybe it’s a boy thing? I don’t know. My husband had his favorite blanket that he carried around with him too. Boys must just need something soft and warm to cuddle all the time I guess. It’s pretty cute, but I wonder how I will break him of the habit. After all, Kyle found one of his old baby blankets this week, and is now sleeping with it in his bed. He is 4.
It has its advantages though. Sleep time is easier because Chandler is so comforted by it. His eyes will literally roll in his head and eyelids will start to droop the moment it touches his body. Creepy in a way. It’s like the blanket has magical powers that are lost on me. But, I’m grateful for those magical powers. If only it could teach him how to sleep through the night. If that happened, I think I would have a love affair with his blanket. Seriously.