One day, a few weeks ago, my youngest was commenting on her inability to sleep well in her bed. We've always had a family bed. Deus Ex Machina and I sleep-shared with all of our three youngest daughters. It was convenient, especially when they were very small and nursing.
Eventually, they've all made their way out of our bed and into their own, at their own pace, in their own time ... all except for the youngest. She has her own bed, but, for whatever reason, ours - a California King with lots of fluffy pillows and a huge, fluffy, down comforter (which is especially nice in the winter) - is just more comfortable than hers.
We've tried different things over the years to make her bed more comfortable. She has a down mattress topper and a big fluffy comforter of her own with a flannel duvet cover and flannel sheets - in her favorite color. She has her pillows and her stuffed animals. She's had different sorts of night lights and music. We've tried regular bedtimes, and we've tried letting her go to sleep when she's ready. She always starts the night in her own bed, but most mornings, Deus Ex Machina and I wake up, and there she is, having made her way into our room at some point during the night.
She brought it up the sleep situation, and so we discussed some options. Her older sister suggested a full body pillow. Then, through the course of the conversation, we decided that, maybe, we could make her a life-sized doll.
And, so, we did. Using some old clothes and a wig that was purchased as part of a dance routine, we made "Nicky."
She loves her doll, and even if it doesn't keep her in her bed, it was fun to make. She already has plans for repurposing other clothes to make similar dolls for friends and family members.
I like the way she thinks.