Some people relish sleeping alone. And then there are some like me, who prefer a breathing body in the bed next to them. Max, Micah, and Milla all seem to have "inherited" (or been trained to appreciate) this "sleep with me" trait.
Enter my sister and brother-in-law. Yesterday, Arthur and Andre pulled up with a large bed in the bac of their truck. Apparently, Carla deeded her full size bed to us, and my mom paid Arthur to drive it down.
Tino helped us move Max's old twin into the garage (pity cause I love that old ikea fossil) and preparations for the new bed began. Max helped Patrick convert the toddler bed into a lounger, while Micah found every excuse under the sun to avoid picking up books and toys from the floor.
Fixing a bed Coryell Castle style.
Max and Micah fixed their bed this morning in hushed, conspiratorial voices. Milla's face was pocked with curiosity. Then the two bed buddies sauntered out of the room together, laughing. Notice Milla's slump in lounge chair? I wonder if this new bond between Max and Micah bothers little Mills.
Tiny size reading corner.
Milla samples the new "tiny size" reading corner which came about by converting Micah's toddler bed into the lounger you see here.
Medium to large size reading corner.
Max attached the whirly-twirly white papers while I was still sleeping this morning. Aren't they lovely?
Scores of sheep and dogs slept with Max and Micah.
Micah went to sleep in her bed early last night, and slept later than usual. Max reported that they both "slept peacefully" because "noises don't sound as scary when you're not alone with them". I agree completely. We are so grateful to Aunt Carla and Uncle Germ for this chance to try out a novel, slightly-retro, and predominantly medieval sleeping arrangement.
