Bear with me as I share something personal, but also might relate to others here.  I have three sons, all under 5 - yes, we're crazy.  My oldest and middle sleep in the same room, and the middle one won't go to sleep right now without me laying on the floor in their room. 

Owen usually fusses when I put him in his crib (still hasn't graduated to the big boy bed yet) but I know when he's finally close when he asks for his Buckeyes blanket.  "Buckeyes.  Buckeyes, Dada."  I get and up go over, lay the scarlet blanket covered with footballs and Brutus on top of him.  Some nights bedtimes are a bear, but when I hear "Buckeyes" I know everything is right.