When Little Sprout was sick on Monday night, we had to wash her cuddle-blanky. I forgot all about it during the day on Tuesday. When evening rolled around, Little Sprout was being a little cranky and I was desperate to find something to calm her down.
Like a bolt of lightning, the thought of her little blanket came into my head. I had Little Sprout follow me to the laundry room and I pulled it out of the dryer. Both arms went up into the air and she started bouncing up and down.
She grabbed the blanket out of my hands and held it up to her cheek, swaying back and forth and saying "Oh, Inky! My Inky. ohhhhh" This has continued since.
Who'd have thunk that that little thing could be so important? It is really cute.