Hard Lovin'

Baylor's blankie, lovingly knitted before his birth by my mom, has been a staple in his crib since he was probably nine months old. Blankie has been taking it on the chin, however, since teething started. Gaping wounds like this have become commonplace, challenging my sister and mom to fix them before they spell beloved blankie's end.

It's not as beautiful as it once was, now stitched together with varying colors of scrap yarn, puckered and pinched as he pulls the yarn out here and there to chew on, but boy is blankie loved.