I think my Sister-in-Law in Pennsylvania is the only one who reads this anymore.
As I last showed you, blankie has become a very small, little grey square rag, albeit a very special small, little grey square rag. Brooklyn and I decided together that this was the perfect way that she could still have the loving security of her blankie and be able to carry it around in her pocket or whatever. Well, that lasted about 3 seconds when we realized that if said blankie gets dropped anywhere, it is almost impossible to find, and if found by another human, they would throw it away believing it to be garbage.
Frankly, I'm attached to the dang thing as much as she is. It's her last piece of baby-ness and she's going to go and start Kindergarten on me in one month.