Fostering baby is an enjoyable process, full of surprises with excitement, worries with uncertainty, and puzzles without answer. 

My baby mysteriously has deep and intimate sentiment with one of his blankets.

This feeling is once again discovered and affirmed in a journey. Months ago, when we traveled in weekend with one night at a hotel, my baby was very hard to fall asleep without his pink fluffy blanket. He was murmuring and crying for his cover all the time since he began to drink milk. Gosh, a bad choice I hadn’t taken his blanket, a loyal milk companion. 

His emotional attachment grows with time goes on. Immediately he gets his milk bottle, there must be “Bao bao, bao bao” (his own words meaning the blanket) out of his little mouth. 

It’s getting colder and colder. Sometimes we clean the blanket and fail to dry. It must be a tough night for my baby, who always can’t bear the circumstances when he lies on bed without his blanket on his boby. 

Eventually, I found the same blanket and bought a new alternative one. To my confusion, he still prefers his old and shabby one, even sometimes with his urine on it. 

One night in a dim light, we all lay on bed to give him a sleeping environment. He insisted on embracing his wet old blanket on his stomach to sleep. As he pissed on a corner of the blanket beforehand, I took away the wet and replace a new dry blanket. Tried twice, all failed. He clearly knew it’s wet, yet still persisted on his choice. As a result he covered the wet blanket till he felled into a sound sleep. 

I'm always curious that how on earth did he easily and exactly differentiate the same two blankets with looking? Just depend on his feel by little hands? or on his sensitive nose? As he is hard to see clearly at that circumstance, and the two covers are made from same material.

Of course, if he can’t find the old blanket, he’d happily choose the new one and fall into sleep in a safe and satisfied state.

Such a magic blanket.