My mom makes the most beautiful crocheted baby blankets. Every baby gets one. John still sleeps with his blanket. He calls it his “Grandma Blanket.” When I was pregnant with Gillian my mom actually let me pick out the pattern and colors I wanted. I picked two shades of green. Gillian loves her blanket. I don’t like it when kids have security blankets and I mean anything that kids become attached to (binkies, blankets or stuffed animals). I don’t want her to become a Linus and therefore she isn’t allowed to have her blanket outside of her bedroom. Gillian still loves her blanket. There are some mornings when she cries because I make her leave the blanket in her crib. There are other days when I find her in John’s room holding his Grandma Blanket. She gets the blanket and sticks her fingers through the crotchets. She has already made a little hole in the middle of her blanket where the squares are sown together. I found her the other morning with her hand through a loop of yarn. I had to cut it so she wouldn’t cut off circulation. Below are a few of my favorite pictures of Gilly and her blanket.