We’ve been in a sort of temperature battle around here. I’m on the side of keeping things chilly, putting on extra layers. First of all, we have a big space and we’re paying to heat it now (I’m a not-so-closet-cheapskate). Second, well, I have this little incinerator growing in my belly and I run hot. Third, well, it’s good for the Earth, right?!
Unfortunately, the two boys I happen to live with aren’t closet-cheapskates and they don’t run nearly so hot as I do. Though I think they do love the Earth.
Even with my strict temperature regimen (62 during the day and 52 at night), I’m often a little warm and flushed. Aaron and Ewan, on the other hand, are frequently bundled and still a bit chilly. During the day we have been managing, but nighttime was a struggle.
Even with flannel footy pajamas, Ewan was still a bit chilly. He hates sleeping with covers. Kicks them off and wakes up all ornery if you try to cover him up. No good. He would seek heat by snuggling in, but he could only get so close and he was still a bit too cool to sleep comfortably.
Enter the fleece sleep suit.
It keeps him warm and keeps him from waking at night because he is too chilly. There are still a million other reasons he wakes at night, yes we’re still fighting that battle, but at least we’ve eliminated one of them.
While I expected that the suit would work to keep him warm, I didn’t expect him to get so attached to it.
I’ve posted, previously, about the fact that Ewan doesn’t have a lovey and that was, partly, by design. Loveys are easy to lose and, when cosleeping, they really aren’t necessary. Parents are loveys.
I thought we were golden. At almost two years old without an attachment item in sight, I thought we had passed that stage. Wrong!
Ewan decided. His sleep suit is his lovey. He loves it. He is eager to put it on at night, reluctant to get out of it in the morning, and won’t go to sleep without it at nap time. While he doesn’t get all suited up for his nap, he has to snuggle it. If we forget, he cries out, “suit,” in the smallest, most pathetic little voice he can muster.
For now we only have the one, I’ve been thinking that it might be a good idea to pick up a spare, just in case. I’m not sure how long this attachment will last, or what we’ll do when the suit just doesn’t fit (or when spring comes and the suit becomes massive overkill). I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
For now, his suit is his lovey but I like to think that Aaron and I are as well. He has three. Lucky little man.
