Little Linus

This started out as part of Higdon’s one-year post, but apparently blankets are so important to him (and us!) that I found enough sentences to dedicate an entire post to our favorite soothers.


Baby Dr. Lisa (Nurse Liebfried to most of you) gifted Higdon this first set of muslin blankets from Aden and Anais. Higdon was so large when he was born (especially compared to Emma and Aedan!) that I had a hard time swaddling him in our normal blankets. When these arrived in the mail, Baby Hal magically started sleeping eight-hours.


When Higdon started daycare at the daycare center he previously attended, DHS regulations allowed him to have a thin blanket that was large enough to tuck in around the crib. The muslin blankets again did the trick. As summer progressed, Higdon was so obviously soothed with a thumb in his mouth and a blanket in his fist that we ordered a second set of blankets for emergencies.


Daycare switched and blankies followed.


We now have seven large blankets, and one large blanket chopped into fourths and re-hemmed. He is steadily more accepting of the smaller blankies, a relief to all who see him walk with the large blankies in tow.

Emma and Aedan also purchased a lovey-blankey by the same brand, of the same fabric (with the addition of satin trim), with a dog head attached. When someone hands him that blanky, he throws it to the floor. Aunt Mallory also purchased a set of lovey blankies with the satin trim (no animal head) – those are also swatted to the ground. I am fairly certain that an evil laugh accompanies this gesture most days.


Higdon understands “Where’s your blankie?” and “Go get your blankie.” He puts them on his head when you direct him, and he loves to hide under them and play peek-a-boo, or share a secret kiss with you.

He throws them over the edge of the crib when he doesn’t want to take a nap, and alternates gibberish yelling and crying until someone retrieves the blankies and reminds him to “go nigh-nigh.”

Higdon has exquisite blankie radar. If there are blankies in the dryer, he pulls them out while I fold the other laundry. If I am hiding a blanket in my purse just in case…he finds it. If we put a big blankie away to encourage use of the little blankies, he finds another big blankie somewhere else.


When I am old and grayer than I am now, I hope I remember the look of sheer joy and squeals of delights when Higdon has made his rounds about the house and collected all of the blankies within reaching distance. Then, how with arms full of muslin, he stands at your feet, rolls onto his tiptoes and says, “Up!”

We so love our blankies.