Co-sleeping. We are pretty big fans of it around here. I remember when the girls were little—before we even had Jack—it seemed like most nights were a merry-go-round of little girls with cold little feet and various princess nighties rotating through our bed. We’d lift the covers, and they’d snuggle in and get warm, or tell us about their nightmare, and after they’d fallen asleep Doug would carry them back to bed. And repeat. Like, a thousand times for the entire night. With six little girls, there was a whole lot of snuggling and carrying and snuggling again that went on for a whole lot of years. I don’t remember when it stopped. But isn’t that how parenting is? You do the same thing, day and night, for years. And then one day it’s over and you didn’t even notice when you’d picked them up from the last misplaced learning-to-walk step. You don’t remember when you fed them their last night, or washed their hair for them in the bath the last time. At some point, over the last fifteen years, all the girls grew up. Jack is the last of the little cold feet, and even his aren’t so little anymore. I suspect that one of these nights are going to be the last that he crawls in with us. I think my husband feels it too. He doesn’t carry him back to his own bed after he falls asleep anymore. We’re pretty big on versatile bedding that washes well around here. Screenshot this pic to get shoppable product details with the LIKEtoKNOW.it shopping app http://liketk.it/2O7uY liketkit @liketoknow.it StayHomeWithLTK LTKMothersDay LTKhome @liketoknow.it.home