I have never seen Blake so attentive or loving towards a stuffed animal in all of his almost seven years. (I've also never had a child name a toy after himself.)
Blake Jr. must not be squeezed tight. He must have air and not be shut inside anything. He must take naps, have special beds made for him, and be carried and cared for very gently.
(This coming from the child who is into nothing besides sports and playing outside and chasing birds and tromping through mud.)
It's the darnedest thing, and the most darling thing :)