Siblings

It's been awhile since I've posted.  I'm not sure exactly why it's taken me so long to post anything new, but here I am again.  Hope you didn't miss me too much :-)

Jimm and I have been talking about putting Reese and Ethan in our master bedroom and us taking the smaller bedroom for quite some time now.  Like months.  But life kept happening and we just didn't have a whole day dedicated to doing it.  Our plan was to ask our parents to watch the kids while we tried to accomplish this task, but once again life happened and neither set of parents could do it. 

So this past Saturday, Jimm and I decided that it was time. 

Of course we could have planned it out better.  For instance, we decided to start moving furniture around just an hour before Reese's normal morning nap.  Bad call on our part.  She was wobbling around the living room like she just drank a bottle of Jack for the first time by 11am.  She fell fast asleep on Jimm and a little while later I had the room somewhat organized so that she could go in her crib. 

I must put this blog in reverse for a moment before delving forward into the story.  Ethan was upstairs helping Jimm move all of his furniture, books, games, toys, etc. into our master bedroom so that everything could be rearranged.  The kid did not. stop. talking. for a 1/2 hour straight.  He was giving a running commentary on everything that they were doing, plus exhibiting an enormous amount of cuteness at the same time.  He kept stating that "it was a good thing he had strong muscles" in order to help Jimm.  He absolutely loved having a part in the process of this new arrangement and was completely excited about it.

So...moving forward.  We were totally caught off guard as to how much crap we had accumulated in our closets.  Especially the kids closet.  It was jam packed full of clothes that they had outgrown.  I thought I had done a better job at staying organized and exchanging sizes with changes of seasons....but obviously I was seriously mistaken. 

I was still organizing stuff and was smelling pretty bad when my friend Andrea knocked on our door at about 5pm or so.  Talk about embarrassing.  We had crap everywhere....the kitchen, the back porch, the living room....sigh.  Luckily she didn't seem to notice how gross I was or what a mess our house was...she just needed to borrow a jacket for her son since the weather had turned colder and they were at a family party just down the street from us.  Jacket found and borrowed....now to finish the task at hand.

I finally got everything mostly organized and changed around by about 6:30pm.  We worked ALL day long at this huge task. 

Now I started feeling anxious about the next step:  That my 10 month old and my 4 year old would actually be sharing a room.  Reese has been sleeping through the night for several months now and Ethan usually sleeps like a champ.  But they have never slept in the same room.  Did we just make a huge mistake?

We had to change Ethan's routine up: so I was expecting resistance and a temper tantrum.  Normally I take Reese up to bed and close her door.  Then Jimm takes Ethan up to brush his teeth, go to the bathroom and then they sing a song and say prayers (about a 1/2 hour after Reese goes down).  So our plan was to put Reese down and then have Ethan sing his song and say his prayers downstairs. 

Do you know that he actually asked to go to bed that night?  He was SO excited about his "new room" and sleeping in the same room as Reese.  He never questioned the change in routine and has completed his new nighttime routine like a champ the past 3 nights.  I think I severely underestimated my boy.

And Reese has never slept better.  They both slept soundly until 7am Sunday morning.

They are really developing a strong bond with one another.  Reese laughs at everything Ethan does...he's a star in his sister's eyes and he knows it.  She wants to try everything that he does.  And just this morning she walked the length of the living room unassisted and he said "I'm so proud of Reese!"....OMG tug at my heart strings and call me a sap.  Love those kids.

Proud, thankful and blessed Mama.