I’m not that parent who would allow our children to sleep in our bed. My son never really tried. He prefers his own bed and his own space. My daughter on the other hand….
Paige tried about every hour to get permission to jump in and snuggle up, or more correctly, take over. If Paige had just crawled in and went nighty-night, I might have considered it, but she tossed, turned, flailed, and flipped herself horizontally across the bed. Sorry sweetheart, you’re cute, but you’re not sleeping in here.
Our peaceful, spacious sleeping arrangements were going so well….then we bought a puppy. When the puppy was brand new, we closed her into our room, so that she couldn’t roam the house getting into things while we were sleeping or leave us unwanted surprises on the floors.
At first, she’d lay on the floor, looking up at the gigantic bed that her 3 pound frame couldn’t get up on…yet. She quickly learned to channel her puppy power energy and leap up on top, finding its plush softness more appealing to the cold hard floor.
Bit by bit, she inched herself up from sleeping by my feet , to curling up in the crook of my legs, to this…
Please, by all means, make yourself at home.