Roommates

Papa Bear and I have been planning and plotting for a long time about the logistics of the boys sharing one bedroom. There are several reasons that we have wanted to make this happen. First, we want to have a spare room again...not selfish at all:) Second, M. has a problem with the dark and being scared at night. We have firmly held the belief that sharing a room with his brother will help to ease this tension for him. Finally, we will have a spare room again for guests...Grandpa and Safta.

This brings us to Thursday night when B would not calm down unless I stood in his room massaging his back and singing quietly to him. After an hour of listening to him scream, and I mean SCREAM, and trying everything we could to settle him down and then getting frustrated when M started crying as well, I plopped B down into the crib in M's room. M was ecstatic to have his little brother in his room and B stopped crying. I left the room, with my fingers crossed, and hoped that this would be the beginning of a beautiful thing.

Papa Bear and I sat in the t.v. room listening for any sounds or cries...and praying. It was a tense five minutes. Then the laughter began. We heard M saying something and B giggling. At this point, I was so frustrated that I was actually going to go into the room and tell them that it was bedtime and they needed to settle down. Apparently, I'm a monster. Thankfully, I did nothing and the laughing eventually quieted and sleeping commenced. It has been four nights and the boys are doing well with sharing a room. It seems to calm both of them and, if all continues to go well, Papa Bear and I will once again have the extra room that we have been dreaming of .