I want you to know that it's okay if this doesn't become "the" blanket. I know all about "the" blanket. I didn't have one myself, but my sister did. It was pink sateen with a lacy white border, and its name was "Green Blanket."
This is one of the first important things to know about being a baby. You call it Green Blanket, it's Green Blanket, whether it's pink, orange, or red with yellow polka dots and blue bobbles. When you're a baby, everything you say is Precious and Sweet and Right. Logic and Reason and Rules about What We Call Things are the Province of Boring Adults. Steer clear.
My sister took Green Blanket everywhere. She dragged it through sandboxes, over dunes, through dirty snowdrifts. She had this habit of "pinching" it--rubbing a corner of it between her fingers. (She also liked bubble wrap.) I added this border, that I thought would stand up to some pinching, in case you're that type, too.
When my sister got married, I got to make a speech. Guess what I talked about. And when you find the right woman or man to love, you may want to follow the same advice I gave. If s/he says it's a Green Blanket, it's a Green Blanket. Because really- its the consolation, the security, the downright pinchability that's important.
PS- Here is a matching hat, too. Never say I didn't do nuthin' for ya.