Meet the blanket

Isaac has a blanket. It is the blanket from his pram and early on he forged an unbreakable bond with it. He doesn't sleep very well without it which has pros & cons. He'll sleep pretty much anywhere with it. Without it, we're basically screwed. As the whole Premium Economy section of our flight to Newark found out recently when the air hostess took it away to stow for landing (because a blanket is, like, so dangerous and heavy and pointy sharp!!) and he screamed. For 45 minutes. Traumatised, distraught, nothing-Mummy-can-do-about-it-right-now-until-the-plane-lands-and-the-captain-turns-off-the-seatbelt-sign screams. Thanks lady! 

Recently he's started to go upstairs to pull it out of his cot and drag it around the house with him. He looooooooooves this blanket and is remeniscent of Charles Schulz's Peanuts character Linus (who was secretly always my favourite character in the comic/cartoons). I wonder if he'll be like Linus or if the blanket is just for show? Anyhoo, he's perfectly happy being a pretender to the Linus throne so who am I to complain!