I am so riveted by this process.... good for you for not making the blanket go away abruptly... your boys have a good mama.

I like the literary reference because I read that book (in the original Spanish) last year. I guess it's only a matter of time until we find out how it finally goes out?

My son refers to his blanket as "Holey Softie" because his blanket is in the initial stages of shredding. I did try to rotate in an identical blanket (without the holes, of course), and Joe rejected it as "too fresh." I have been reading the chronicles of the blanket closely, so I too can rescue Holey when the time comes.

I know how it feels...By the time my grandparent's cleaning lady threw out my blanket, I was 10 years old and the blanket was a big knot. But the favorite corner was still there. I grieved for a long time.

My boy loved his blankie too. I suppose it's good that it won't last forever. It'll be a more natural process of giving it up.

You have been so good about resuscitating that blankie for your son! Good mom!

Oh my! Those threads are sure hanging on. I was thinking, could you back the blanket with a piece of fabric? It might make it more sturdy and prolong it's life for say... another year.

That blanket looks so well loved. You're such a good mom for helping him care for it. :)

OH,I am so sad for his blankie, My 15DS still has a quilted blankie that he sleeps with (when no one is looking). Good luck at keeping it together...

Oh dear.

Would it be possible to re-knit it into a smaller version from the yarn that hasn't worn out? Say a portable one?

I'm thinking of the book OWEN, by Kevin Henkes. the story of a small mouse boy who had a blankie he loved very much too. If I'm remembering correctly, his blanket wore out, and his mother cut it down into little handkerchief-sized squares for him to carry.

Blankies are very important. My son's was called Woobie. He loved that quilted blanket until the seams gave out and the fabric was thin. My mother-in-law took the extra Woobie fabric that we had stashed in her quilting closet and made him a twin-sized Woobie quilt that he sleeps under happily every night.

I'll be crossing my fingers for the blanket.

I am truly amazed that blanket is still in somewhat of a blanket form. I hope everyone is preparing for the inevitible.

That blankie has nine lives. :)

is there a reason you haven't just knitted up a new one for him?

I know your pain. My son has a blanket that he is wearing out also. Luckily ours is polar fleece so it has a while to go. But he eschews sleeping on sheets in favor of sleeping all wrapped up in his blankie. Sweet, but odd as the thing is no longer soft and has pilled terribly. However, nothing could persuade him to use something else.

I never had to go through the anguish of one, singular thing that my kids latched onto because they latched onto the cloth diapers that I used as burp cloths. Both of them. The oldest initially called it something unintelligible and we ended up calling it as close as we adults could - her "MyMy."

When baby sister came along, I used the same diapers as burp cloths and - she took up the MyMys, too. The nice thing was that we had several that we rotated through and so if one were spit upon - or worse - we could safely take the soiled one away and substitute in its place a fresh one - that was just as soft and smelled the same as the old one.

We didn't plan it - it just happened that way. But if I'd knit at the time I had my kids - I imagine something like this would have happened. This is too cute for words.

I guess I'm lucky my son's favourite blanket isn't knitted. Instead it's slowly gaining patches of blue flanellete as pieces start to wear away and tear to reveal the innards.