i made a yellow gingham quilt for my 2nd baby and he carried it everywhere with him. one day he left it in target. even tho' we turned around and went right back to get it someone had either taken it or they'd thrown it away. i'd embroidered cats in each square and he'd loved it near to death. he was heart broken, and so was i. pout. now i feel sad, missing it again, lol. don't you just sometimes wish your babies were babies again, just for a little while? or am i the only silly old woman here?