He loves his blankie. He loved being swaddled in them when he was new, he loves nursing with it close by, he loves sleeping with it now that he's too big to be swaddled (thanks for the smaller lovey size Grandma Susan!), he loves finding them randomly throughout the house and has to stop and burry his face in them, he loves to hold onto them when he rides in the car, he loves to smell them when he is sad, he loves to have them in his lap when he eats at the table, and he even bites them when he's feeling wild. We just never go anywhere without the blankie. 
It's a magic combo...the binki/blankie.
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