Recently Ely's been very interested in trying out new sleeping arrangements. This week he's got a sleeping bag on top of his bare mattress. A couple months ago he only wanted to sleep on the sofa bed.
Last week I went into his room and found he'd pulled the top bunkbed mattress onto the floor, and piled on top every blanket and pillow in the house, including the throw pillows from the sofa downstairs. He was trying out different ways to sleep there. At first he tried to crawl underneath it and sleep with the mountain of fluff on top - he called it sleeping in the under-pillows. Of course, the mountain would shift and erode, leaving him mostly uncovered and the washed-away pillows on the floor.
He asked me to help him rearrange the blankets and pillows so they wouldn't fall off. We carefully laid out the pillows on top of the mattrass, fitting them together like bricks, the sturdier ones on the bottom, the feather-filled in a layer on top. Then we folded each blanket to fit on the bed, and tucked them under the mattress to hold the pillows in place. The bed soon achieved princess and pea proportions.
Ely climbed on top and sank into the cradle of cusiony-goodness. He looked like a huge baby bird in a nest. I covered him with the last blanket, a good thick heavy comforter, and we sang the nest song.
I love my house
I love my nest
In all the world this nest
Is best!
