Sleeping at the feet of the Bear
This is what I found the other night as I checked on the kids before turning in myself. I'm not sure why the bear got such a royal treatment but I think he needs to find a new guard that doesn't fall asleep on the job. I'm wondering how Brooke's pink blanket got out of her crib and into Elias's bed. I'm assuming the same culprit also brought the toy gun because I'm pretty sure Elias knows better than to bring toys to bed.
And side note: the kids have learned that if they sleep on top of thier covers then they don't have to make thier beds in the morning. This works because we live in southern California. It does have it's advantages.