Silas is a blankie baby.
Somewhere between 6 and 12 months old he adopted this soft blue Winnie-The-Pooh blanket that was one of Micah's baby blankets back in the day. I probably put it in his crib with him a few times and slowly it became a favourite.
And it was soft and cuddly when he first started using it. A chenille blanket, I think. When I see it in this picture (back in June) it actually still resembles it's original texture (though I was already thinking it was getting a bit threadbare at this point...)
But after a few hundred miles of snuggling in the van and a few throw-ups, food spills and many, many washings later, it was looking less and less like a soft chenille baby blanket and more like a collection of loosely woven strings.
The blanket tag is probably the most favourite part of blankie.
And when Silas is tired, he can be most commonly found holding the tiniest edge of blankie up to his nose - inhaling it like a sleep-inducing drug...
(The other blanket beside him in the last picture was the one I was hoping he would adopt as his favourite - the super-cute, not-falling-apart one.)
These days, blankie is becoming a permanent fixture - with Silas never leaving it too far out of reach. It's a little obsessive. And I do plan on implementing some blankie boundaries soon... But, did I mention that I've been a single mom for 3 weeks?
Yeah, blankie boundaries are not high on my priority list right now.
I'm just not sure what to do about the actual blanket. It's literally falling apart a little more each day. Strings get caught on toys as he drags it around the house. And Silas likes to help it along by poking his fingers and toes through holes in the fabric.
I would love to make it smaller - maybe cut it in half a couple of times and create a new edge, but I'm not sure it will survive blanket surgery. One person suggested putting a backing on one side, but I don't think that Silas would go for that.
And I thought Keziah's "deedee" was well worn.
This Winnie-The-Pooh blankie has sure seen better days...