Winton has been claiming he's scared of his new bed (Perhaps he is? He did split his lip on the frame while horsing around at bedtime a week ago). I think he's primarily motivated by a desire to share my bed.
I can, shockingly, sleep with him in my bed. He's a snuggler, but responsive to nudges if he starts to crowd me too much.
Last night Clara woke at 3AM and, cool as a cucumber, declared loudly and clearly from her bed in the next room: "Mummy. I had a nightmare. Come get me."
So, thinking to myself "Well, it's only fair. Her brother has been sleeping in my bed a lot lately," I got her.
40 minutes later, after much wiggling, sighing, fidgeting, kicking, elbowing, sighing, coughing and sighing, I asked if she wanted to return to her own bed. Clara: "Yes: but come make my covers perfect."
How odd that I can easily sleep with one, but that the other is like having an electric eel in bed with me. I think Clara finds it odd too: how does her brother get any sleep in Mummy's bed??
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