Blanket!!

It was time for Owen's blanket to be washed, and Owen was none too happy about it. First he spread it out on the floor and flung his body on top of it, but I eventually coaxed him into putting it into the washing machine. He stood in front of the machine the entire time, watching for his blanket to go by.














Each time his blanket passed by, he would yell and point and clap.