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I love that Wyatt sleeps so deeply now that I can take a picture of him and he doesn't wake up. He's almost 3, but still looks like a baby here because of that soother....that wretched soother. I had hoped that it would be something we could talk him into giving up, but I don't see that happening. We may have to do the ol' "cut the tip off" trick. I don't like the idea of "tricking" him, but I am even less fond of the soother.
The reason for the picture, though, was to get a shot of his new blanket. Paige got a gorgeous owl minky blanket from my brother and his wife, and Wyatt immediately claimed it as his own. I was going to order another just for him, but realized that to order a yard of each style of fabric would be cheaper, so I made him one myself. Let me just say that minky is a fickle, fickle fabric (it has just enough stretch to make you crazy), so the seams are incredibly crooked. Turns out he didn't care. :P He hauled it around all day, and took it to bed, so I think it was a hit. Well worth dumping an entire tin of pins on the floor at 12:30am. Well....almost.