Blankie, oh Blankie, where art thou?

So I was reading Rochie's blog about her daughters torn blankie, and when it wouldn't let me comment because I was apparently typing in the wrong password I thought I would comment here about how brilliant she was in mending the torn blankie.
My kids are all blankie kids. Each has his own. My eldest attached himself to a blanket my sister Jess made, and I was happy because I was partial to it myself. My second, however, attached himself to a fleece blankie with Hawaiian pineapples on it. I have learned to love it. I am actually glad he chose that because it was a special one his aunt Becky had made for him. So the personal effect overrides my feelings for fleece. H is also my thumb sucker, and only chooses to suck his thumb if the pineapple fleece is visible somewhere in the room or he is touching it. . . this is actually quite humorous and I have a secret wish that when the blankie disappears then so will the thumb sucking. Squid has also attached herself to a blankie that Matt's grandma made for H. So I find it very sweet. Our little M has attached himself just recently to one I made for H when he was the baby. The youngest two only decided to be attached around 18 months to 2 years old, so I have decided they were modeling their older siblings. I think it was a learned behavior to some extent. That is strictly my opinion. This may be the most long winded entry ever. Can you tell Matt is on a business trip??? hmmmm.