After dropping Archer off at a friend's house to spend the night (no school for him tomorrow!) I went into his room. On his bed was his blankie and his lamby - just like when he was little. He loves these objects - he always has and I suppose he always will. He is a very sentimental boy. The blankie was made by some older ladies living at the Swiss Village in Berne, Indiana were Troy's grandma Neola lived. This blanket was from her - it is well worn - tattered and worn through in areas. I have told Archer maybe he should stop using it - put it away so it doesn't fall apart anymore - but he will have none of it - still has it on his bed every night when he is home. Lamby (original name huh?) was given to Archer by Grandma Annette when he was born - she brought it to the hospital! I love going into his room and seeing Archer's Lamby and blankie - just there waiting for him. Looking at these objects makes me realize how old Archer is getting. He's no longer my little boy cuddled up with me and Lamby and blankie - now he is an almost teenager off with friends doing his own thing. Sometimes I miss the little boy that he once was, but I am honestly enjoying (most of the time) the young man he is becoming. He will always be my sweet boy!