Anthony has become very much attached to my own baby blanket, which, I have to admit, melts my heart. Whenever he goes down that yellow blanket is right there with him. When he is awake and roaming around the house I often find him standing at his crib desperately trying to pull that blanket threw the slats. With a little help he finally gets it loose and then proceeds to drag it around the house. I can't help but smile, and I am so thankful that I tucked that blanket away so that I could pass something special of mine on to our son.
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