Quinn and his gang

For months we tried to get Quinn attached to a stuffed animal that might get him through the night without the aid of mommy or daddy. For months we tried in vain. The teddy bear his great uncle Dave bought him through an exception in the "no stuffed animals - we've got too many already" rule; the fox that gramma bought him through another exception in the "no stuffed animals - we've got too many already" rule;any one of the 45 stuffed animals that led to the "no stuffed animals - we've got too many already" rule. To no avail.

Suddenly Quinn developed an attachment to four of them at once. Foxy, Owl, Hippo and Puppydog are all required attendees at bedtime now. He'll call them by name and stack them around or underneath himself causing seemingly uncomfortable contortions. Sometimes he'll lose track of one and while lying on his back, he'll hold up a hand and say "Ow ull" until you retrieve the fugitive furriness.

Whatever gets him through the night. Sleep's going much better these days.