As of Wednesday, the boys share a room. Actually, that’s stretching the truth a little bit. As of Wednesday, Oliver’s crib was moved into Simon’s room. The boys were thrilled. Simon loves the crib. He’s fallen asleep in it almost every night since then. Which means we’ve had to move him before we put Oliver in. It’s not always successful. If Simon wakes up, or isn’t quite asleep, he’s inclined to go back in the crib, and despite all of our warnings and pleadings, he’ll often wake Oliver up in the process.
Still, it hasn’t been as awful as I thought it would be. I expected several weeks of one or the other (or both) of them waking up in the middle of the night and spending a lot of time putting kids back to bed when I’d rather be sleeping. It hasn’t quite been that way. Simon did wake up one morning and come into our room asking for breakfast. He hadn’t eaten his dinner the night before, so I was ready to give him some when I checked the time. It was 4:30. And then last night we put Oliver in his crib, asleep, 3 times and 3 times he woke up and started screaming. Simon didn’t stir, but we ended up sleeping with Oliver in our bed anyway.
Children . . . can’t sleep with them, can’t sleep without them.