We had been looking for a new bed for Anthony for quite a while. We were given the one he had by a family member, but it was of low quality and never meant as a long-term solution. I had felt badly about it for some time as I put him to bed each evening and watched it sag further under his increasing weight. It was impossible to determine if Anthony was bothered by it since he did not indicate displeasure, but that did not alleviate the nagging feeling that I was deficient as a parent for failure to address it.

We finally saved up a little money and just bought a decent bed set at a thrift store. A monetary Christmas gift from my parents went partially toward bedding, which entailed purple sheets and a Spider-Man/Venom comforter, both purchased on clearance. When we feel good about Anthony, we turn the Spider-Man side up. If not, Venom rules the night!

We made the bed for the first time and had Anthony get in it. I'm not sure if he liked it--he doesn't express satisfaction in a way that we can understand--but he did have a goofy laugh which at least indicates better spirits. That often seems to occur randomly, but we accepted it in this instance as at least being pleased with the novelty. Whether he cares or not, I am happy that he finally has acceptable accommodations.