Last night, as the past few nights, I had to creep into little bear's room, quietly unlocking the chain and tiptoeing past all the trip hazards to put the covers over him - he only seems to fall asleep without them on.
The bed is, theoretically, lovely and warm for a little one. There is a folded blanket underneath the sheet, there is a duvet and a hand knitted blanket over him (after either myself or dear heart had crept in) and little bear believes in dressing appropriately for bed.
Last night he was wearing his long pyjamas, slippers (which he insists on wearing in bed, he seems to have a horror of bare feet), a thick dressing gown which he will only wear in bed and takes off as soon as he gets up, even if he is playing in his pyjamas, and the bucket on his head.
As a reminder, sister in law brought round some Halloween trimmings at Christmas because we hadn't seen them, and it included a trick and treat bucket vaguely formed like a pumpkin, with a pumpkin face. Little bear immediately put it on his head. Quite quickly we cut off the chin strap, I mean handle, as it was a choking hazard, and ever since it has been one of little bear's favourite pieces of headgear. And he now sleeps in it.
He looked so angelic in his sleep. I know I am biased as he is my son, but he looked so beautiful. Even with a bucket.
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