Adrian, tired and possibly coming down with a cold, curled up under a blanket. On top of another blanket that’s peeking out from underneath the cushions.

We have so many comfy blankets in this house that I’ve lost count. When I go gathering them up at the end of the day, I often find more blankets on the sofas than there are kids – often they need one in each sofa.

The absolutely most beloved ones are these incomparably soft fleece blankets. Adrian got one as a gift and sleeps with it every day. Ingrid loved Adrian’s so much that she also got one that she now sleeps with every day. And then Adrian needed another that he can wrap himself in when he comes downstairs early on weekend mornings, half naked in the chilly house.