JUST WEAR PAJAMAS!!!

Rissa repels blankets.  She starts the night all cozy underneath the sheets and duvet and comforter and afghan, all of which she apparently needs to have.

“I like the WEIGHT, Mummy.  It’s almost like there’s an elephant on me.”

David and I reckon we can upgrade to a lead blanket or, perhaps chain mail – less bulky, but still weighty enough to keep her happy.  But I digress.  It doesn’t matter how many blankets we put on her, whenever we check on Rissa, she is either a) on TOP of the blankets, huddled in a ball in the centre of her bed shivering for warmth  or b) sideways on the bed with limbs splayed EVERYWHERE, blankets now underneath the bed.

This kid can splay like no other.  She has the longest frickin’ legs that I’ve ever seen.  Rissa’s always been a splayer.  She did it in her crib.  Arms and legs extended – pushing against the rails, usually sideways.  She’d often wake up with divots on her forehead from the crib rails. 

As we come into winter, trying to keep her zero-body-fat body warm overnight is a challenge.  Long pajamas seem to be anathema to her.

“JUST WEAR PAJAMAS!  YOU’LL BE WARMER!!”

“I AM WEARING PAJAMAS!”

“YOU ARE WEARING SHORTS AND A TANK TOP!”

“THESE ARE MY PAJAMAS!”

“THOSE ARE YOUR SUMMER PAJAMAS!”

“YES, BUT THEY ARE STILL PAJAMAS!!”

So this is what I’m going to do:  I will make her a sleep sack.  Not a sleeping bag.  A sleep sack.  You know, like the ones toddlers use because they can’t be trusted not to strangle themselves with a blanket.  Like this – except for a 12 year old.

Grobag Baby Sleep Sack

 
I’ll find me a cheap-ass comforter and cut out arm holes and a neck hole and I’ll make her a sleep sack.  I might even let her choose the cheap-ass comforter… she could help with the sewing!!  See that?  Mother-Daughter project right there!  Teachable moment!  HAH!  And if I can actually get her to wear a long-sleeved shirt – perhaps she might make it through the night without dying of hypothermia.