Bub has a thing for bathrobes.

When Liam was first born, I had this cheap, pink bathrobe that I mostly lived in.  When he was about 6 months old,  I chopped it up and made him a bunch of lovies with it so he would have part of me with him while he slept.   He's still lovin' those lovies to this day. 

But that's not where the love affair ends.   He derives great comfort from seeing me in my current cheap,  ugly gray bathrobe.  He always compliments me on it.  Almost every day.

''MAMA! That's a pretty bathrobe you got!  I want you to wear it all day. ''

I guess he knows that if I'm in my ratty robe that I'm not going anywhere and that I'll be around for his entertainment.