"Mary had a little lamb"

That's what Dan said when Jane came into our room this morning with her blanket draped over her head and holding her Lamby.
She usually wraps her blanket around herself, after removing all of her clothing, and sometimes her blanket makes it onto her head.

There's something endearing about a child literally wrapped up in her own little bit of comfort and security. This blanket is special because Grandma made it. And then there's Lamby. I really love that thing, mostly because Jane loves it so much. A few days ago, I thought Lamby was gone and I was genuinely sad (Monica, knows what I'm talking about. I still have hope for Mino). I thought I should take more photos of Lamby, just in case.

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