Sometimes I'm shocked by what I find. Well, surprised, anyway. Because I'm not much of a keeper. I'm not into collecting stuff. But for some reason, I saved these.
Gunnar's binkies. A plethora of binkies. Which he found hilarious. Because he hasn't seen them in about seven years. He was my only binky boy.
Wyatt sucked his thumb and liked blankets with fringe. Or tassels. With which he would tickle the side of his face, while he sucked his thumb. Or if no blanket was available, he'd use my hair.
Tate chewed on his blankies. And they had to be the cotton thermal kind. And we had to have several of them, because by the end of the day a chewed-on blanky is a stinky blanky. A very stinky blanky.
But Gunnar took to binkies. Sometimes he'd be partial to one style or another - probably why we had so many. I eventually restricted them to sleeping time, and then took them away all together. Much less traumatic than I feared it would be. And forgot all about them. But for some reason I put them in his box of treasures. All of them, apparently.