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What Type of Children’s Pajamas are Ideal for Your Child?

What Should I Choose for My Child? Cotton or Polyester Pajamas?

First, it is important to understand the difference between cotton and polyester pajamas for children. Then you will be able to make an informed decision for your child and your family.

Children’s sleepwear sold in the United States must be either snug fitting to the child’s skin if 100% cotton or flame resistant if loose fitting. Most flame resistant sleepwear is polyester, although there are some specially treated cotton blends on the market that are flame resistant. (For instance, the brand Sara’s Prints has a proprietary, flame resistant cotton/modacrylic blend.)

Sleepwear items such as bathrobes, traditional coat-style pajamas, loose pajama pants, are all loose fitting. Therefore, they will all be made of flame resistant materials.

Rapunzel Fantasy Nightgown for Toddlers

So Which is Best?

There isn’t really a right or wrong answer. It just depends on your child’s preferences and the climate that you live in.

Some children love 100% cotton pajamas. They fit snugly (like long johns) and many kids love that. Our favorites include cartoon prints as well as funny animal styles by Lazy One and soft organic styles by Agabang. Depending on the time of year, cotton pjs are available in long sleeve and short sleeve styles.

Other children prefer looser fitting pajamas. They find them less constricting at bedtime. They also come in a wider variety of fabric weights. They can vary from light weight knits to toasty, warm polar fleece. (Fleece is an excellent option for those of us in cold climates.)

Loose fitting pajamas also provide manufacturers more flexibility and fun in design. For instance, Superman pajamas can have capes behind them. Spider-man pajamas have have webbed sleeves. Disney Princess nightgowns can have magically frilly layers of tulle. Bedtime can become full of fun with these dreamy pjs.

The options for loose fitting pajamas are almost endless. Some of our favorites include Laura Dare pajamas and nightgowns, which are made in the USA. We also love fun cartoon pajamas featuring fierce superheroes, friendly princesses and classic favorites.

Is there a right or wrong answer? Not really. Just pick what your child prefers. Just remember, cotton pjs should fit snugly for safety and any loose fitting sleepwear should be flame resistant.


Bedtime Full of Comfort and Fun for Kids

Yesterday we had a great debate in our office. Someone mentioned that kids find bedtime a scary time. I was surprised by this. I personally don’t remember ever thinking that bedtime was scary and my kids never seemed scared at bedtime. (They didn’t always want to go to bed, but that is a whole other thing.) Also, I have been selling pajamas for fourteen years and have read probably thousands of emails of happy stories about children in their pajamas.

We conducted an informal poll of our staff and found that most of us were not scared of bedtime, but a few of us had children who were afraid of the dark. (Our staff is a mix of moms and college-age, young adults.)

Since I spend many, many hours of my life thinking about pajamas, bedtime and the like, I decided that I would share a few stories with you. Hopefully they will be helpful to some parents out there. Many of these stories were not funny at the time that they happened, but seem very funny to me years later.

I am not a doctor or sleep expert. I am just a mom of two kids who are now teenagers. (Since they have made it to be teenagers they are therefore experts on sleep.) I sell sleepwear for a living, so have heard from many parents over the years and look forward to hearing from many more to come.

Here are a few stories from my own childhood.

I spent my early childhood in Richmond Hill, Queens, New York. It was a neighborhood of old, wooden Victorian houses, big families, children playing kickball in the street, and the J train rumbling in the distance. New York City in the 1970s was rougher around the edges than it is today, but it was a happy time for families like mine and a fun time to be a kid.

We lived in a three story, yellow Victorian house that always needed painting. It had a lot of little bedrooms and a nursery off of the master bedroom. My crib was in that nursery. I guess my mom kept me in my crib for quite a while. One of my earliest memories was demanding to sleep in another bed. Why? Well, there is a bit of a story behind my request.

I was the youngest of three sisters. As the youngest, I was frequently tormented by my two sisters who were four and five years older than me. As a child, my middle sister had flaming red hair and a bit of mischief about her.

One day she told me that an ape lived under my crib. She and my dad were fans of the Planet of the Apes movies, which were big stuff at the time. So, I am sure that she meant for me to picture one of those apes living under my crib. I actually pictured something more like Magilla Gorilla. (A classic, Hanna Barbera cartoon character for those of you who are too young to remember.) Regardless, I wanted no part of sleeping in that crib once I thought that an ape (or Magilla Gorilla) lived underneath it.

So, I moved into the other twin bed in her room and happily slept in her room for years. (I foiled my sister by moving on from the ape trauma quickly.)

Years later my parents painted what had always been our playroom on the third floor of our house a beautiful shade of robin’s egg blue. They were making into a special bedroom for my redheaded sister so she wouldn’t have to share a room with me anymore. She slept up there for one night. Then I overheard my mom asking her why she wouldn’t sleep up there anymore. She said, Because there are monsters up there. So she went back to sharing a room with me.

Well, I thought that was crazy. Give up a lovely robin’s egg blue bedroom of her own just because she was afraid of a few imaginary monsters? So, we struck a deal. At the ripe old age of seven, I switched rooms with her and took the third floor room for myself. I might have let her scare me out of my crib, but by seven I was tough enough to sleep on the third floor by myself. Plus, I was armed with my blankey! (My mother was afraid I was going to take that ratty old thing away to college with me. That did not happen.) Having my own room was well worth it.

One pajama-related thing that I remember from that house was my redheaded sister and I dancing up and down the second floor hall singing, Feety pajamas! Feety pajamas! Putting on our footed pajamas for the first time each year was a joyous event. They were fun pajamas for us and we liked the way that they looked. I am sure that they were practical for my mom as the house was old and drafty. (I think that it was built before real insulation was invented.)

We moved out of that house on my eighth birthday, which was also the last day of second grade. It had a lot of great memories and I was sad to go.

So what is all of this supposed to mean or teach us now that we are all grown up? I hope now that I have my own kids I can try to keep my son from torturing his younger sister, especially at bedtime. (I said try. I can’t promise any miracles.)

Don’t forget to let your kids have their fifteen minutes of Feety pajamas! singing and dancing time before they go to bed. Who knows? They may still remember it fondly forty years later just like I do.