I Miss The Sleep Sack

The first time I saw what my sister was making her baby sleep in, I thought she'd gone over, under and around the bend. It's a sack for crying out loud! I thought it must be some kind of newfangled Seattle parenting fad.

So I never in a million years thought I'd put it on my nephew and think this is the weirdest, most wonderful thing I'd ever used. Where was this when I had babies who refused to stay covered on the coldest night of winter? I'd have loved to put my babies in a sleep sack!

My sister's boys have moved on from sleep sacks and two are old enough to cover themselves when they are chilled, but the youngest one refuses blankets of any kind. I covered him, he threw the blanket out of his bed. I offered him a blanket of his choice, and he shook his head. I waited until he was sound asleep and carefully placed a blanket on him, only to find it this morning in a heap on the floor.

I really, really miss that sleep sack, and I never thought I'd say that.