“Only three stuffed animals may sleep in bed with you.”
That’s what I told Isabelle when she got a big girl bed. And for a good two or three weeks, that rule was followed. But slowly, slowly, very slowly, more stuffies found their way to her bed for nap time and bed time. At first it was four. Then the number crept up to five. By the time she insisted on bringing six furry creatures to bed, I threw up my hands and remembered the to pick my battles.
But now, NOW, things are getting out of hand. Now Isabelle lines up her animals just-so every night. Each of them has a spot on the bed. Most of the time she lays them face-down since she sleeps on her tummy. But tonight, she flipped them on to their backs as she methodically laid them across her bed.
“Where are you going to sleep?” I inquired.
She pointed to a spot on the far edge of the bed next to the guard rail. “Right here,” she replied.
“That’s not enough space for you.”
She gave me a look. A look that said, yes-it-is, I-know-better, and C’mon-Mom all rolled into one.
I sighed. At least the other half of the stuffed animals were sitting in a heap on her glider tonight.
After a few careful maneuvers, Isabelle wriggled herself in-between Corduroy and Nugget, while tucking Lynnie bear under her arm. None of the animals were crushed or laid-upon. I don’t know how she would want to lay like that, but in order to avoid a toddler tantrum, I buttoned my lip, covered her with a blanket, and kissed her good-night.
A half hour has passed since I tucked her in. I just checked her on the monitor. Guess what? She’s not sleeping yet. Perhaps there is such a thing as too many stuffed animals!