A walk down memory lane!

The big guy started out liking his blankets. We swaddled him until he could be swaddled no more. Well that is until he wouldn't fit anymore. My mom bought him several of those super plush blankets, and he has been in love ever since.

Here he is swaddled at the tender age of three weeks old. I can't believe how much he has changed, and that he is almost two years old now.


But one thing has not changed. He still loves his blankets. Only the blanket needs to be a little bigger ...

or maybe a lot bigger. He voluntary stayed like this for several minutes before breaking out.