I was given a baby blanket as a gift. It’s the softest item I have ever laid my hands on. I was so excited to wrap Emory in it. I thought it might even become his blankie. I had one when I was a baby. I damn near ripped that thing to shreds I loved it so much. I called it “Icing” for some inexplicable reason and I constantly played with its soft edges. Here’s a picture of “Icing” 33 years later.
Up until Sunday, we had no idea that a lot of babies enjoy playing with tags, edges, and corners. So when Chandler’s mom gave us a blanket and added two white tags to the edges of it, we were confused.
“What the hell are those for?” Toby asked.
“I dunno. Maybe for hanging it up?”
“Maybe it’s for swaddling?”
“Not sure.”
We asked around and found out that the tags were added so Emory could play with them. Now that’s thinking like a baby! That’s something special right there.
It’s a good thing Chandler’s mother made us another blanket for Emory. Because Murray has claimed the other one as his own. I refer to it as his Mama. Because prior having met this particular blanket, Murray hadn’t ever made biscuits before. He nurses in his sleep, but he doesn’t make biscuits. That is until he met this blanket, his Mama.
Here is a video of Murray making biscuits on the blanket. This is the first thing Emory Francis has done to honor his namesake. He gave his blanket to a fuzzy man named Murray.
Speaking of Emory, here’s a photo of him. He’s so damned cute. I love him to pieces. And he’s long! He is 23 inches long and weighs 10 pounds 6 ounces. He’s gonna be a tall one, we think.
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