OYT sleeps like a 5-layer Taco Bell burrito. I don't know how he does it. Even The Engineer, who sleeps in flannel pj's and has two blankets on his side to my sheet only, thinks the kid ought to just melt. He doesn't. Maybe it's the fleece...
Here's the wrapper. Four fleece blankets and comforter.
When he was born, he received a lovely fleece blanket (that would be the turquoise one poking out of the roll, with skating penguins.) It got so worn you could see through it, so his grandparents bought him one with trains, which were his obsession at age 5. We thought he'd put the penguins away, but no, he just started dragging two blankets around the house.
Round Three. Now both of those blankets were worn out, so we try again. With a YELLOW blanket. Remember, this is the boy we used to call YellowBoy. Nope. Now he was dragging THREE blankets around, but always the penguins touching his skin, and the other two added on top.
Next time, he decided that camo was the way to go. By now, I knew no blankets will be put away, but at 12, he'd stopped dragging them around the house so what's one more fleece blanket in the bed?
So each night, he carefully layers each of the blankets, in order of receipt, then I put the big comforter on top. Next, he rolls around until he's a total burrito, his arms pinned inside. He sleeps like a rock, I mean, a burrito.
Mornings are fun. He's hard to bring to consciousness, but one sure way is to grab the edge of the “tortillas” and begin pulling. He rolls over and over until he unrolls and then the burrito is gone, and the sweet growing-way-too-fast boy heads for the shower.
Do your kids have weird sleeping rituals? Do you?