Becket has his blankie - a knit baby blanket my mother made for him. It's a bit fragile, but I've had it repaired once and will get it done again before too long. He likes to poke his fingers through, and sometimes he'll make a hole big enough to put his whole fist through.
My mom died a week before he was born, so I'm happy to see him choose it as his lovey.
(Also, she'd made a sweater out of similar yarn, and I keep it in the car as his "to go" blankie. He likes it almost as well.)
