New Bed

Recently, C39's G'ma was breaking house, and her bed, a petite sleighbed, was no longer needed. It was offered to us and we joyfully accepted. Well, I joyfully accepted, C4 was less than enthused. No, thank you, she said. I have a bed.

New Year's Eve C39 and Papa went out and bought mattresses for C4. C4 went with them, only after the promise of macaroni & cheese. She barely tested mattresses and settled on a blue one with a pillow top (um, actually quite grey).

Anyway, this whole time, C39 was freaking out, worrying that C4 was not going to transition well. Yes, there was cause for concern, but I figured the HUGE BED would be such a draw that it wouldn't actually be a big deal.

Turns out I was right.

When C4 got home, still uncertain of things, she came up to find the bed frame set up ... and immediately thought it was FANTASTICO!

When the bed was finally set up (one more trip back to the store) and made up, C4 & Q2 jumped right in:



C4 loved the ability to look out BOTH windows from bed, the ability to put all her dogs on the bed and still have room to be without falling off. And it should be much better for reading bedtime stories, I think.

Nighttime arrived, and C4 was thrilled she could see Christmas lights from bed. But even that couldn't keep her up too late: