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The cold winter nights have increased the regularity of the children's migration from their beds into ours.
Despite the three blankets on their beds, they claim that they are cold as they slink into our bed in the wee hours of the night. The Geege and I, drunk with sleep, too warm to consider venturing out to slot the kids back into their own beds, are our own worst enemies. And so they stay and we sleep. There were five in the bed, and the little one said*...
Nugget still takes up residence at the bottom of the bed. He is getting too tall now of course and his frozen feet burrow under our legs to defrost. But he is no trouble. Not really.
Dew Drop likes to sleep on the edge of the bed, while the Minx pops into the middle, between the Geege and I. And there they sleep.
There is pillow sharing.
And there is the burrow.
The kids 'follow the warmth', so when you turn over, they turn with you, burrowing into your back or front (in my case both, a twin sandwich of sorts). It is cute and cosy, right up until the bit where you need to change position and you are stuck. Wedged between two sleeping children; with nowhere to go, except to one of their unoccupied beds.
The burrow is a winter hazard and is in direct opposition to the star fish.
We need a bigger bed.
Have you experienced the burrow?
* Doo Dah still has nothing to do with any of this co-sleeping business. Thank God for Doo Dah :-)