This is Henry's crib.
Issie Blanket, a soft Sophie, and a silky bear. On the right, there is a cozy and soft organic blanket. And on the left? One of my old pajama shirts. After all of my searching, all of the love I poured into my choices, Henry's comfort object is my old purple shirt. I'm touched, really I am. I like peeking in to see him sleeping with the shirt snuggled under his chin. And yet, I still search for the "perfect" blanket: a blanket he'll carry with him on trips or use as a cape or a picnic blanket. One of these days, perhaps I'll accept that this is his comfort and not mine...
|Henry and the purple shirt |
He spent 15 minutes putting the shirt in the washer and taking it out again.