So, we’ve come to this point again, when I move a sweet baby out of my bed and instead of feeling relieved I initially just feel kind of sad. The thing is, last time I was pregnant with Thing 2, and new that it was just a matter of time before I had a sweet baby to do some nighttime cuddling with again. Also, this time I just get my bed back. There are moments I enjoy it, but then there are lots of moments that I just want to kiss some squishy cheeks.
Alas, it was just time. Thing 2 was ready for the move into Thing 1’s bed (something that Thing 1 has been asking for forever) so we’ve taken the leap. It’s only been a week or so. I’m still rocking him to sleep (at his request). We still have a lot of waking at night, and I spend a lot of time in bed with them some nights. Which makes me cranky in the morning because it’s hard to sleep with two little boys rolling all over you… but I know this period will pass too. When we moved Thing 1 to his own bed, it took a month or two for him to settle into it. He eventually stopped needing to see us in the middle of the night. I know that time will come for Thing 2 as well, and then I’ll probably feel waves of sadness about that.
But, in good news, they are so cute:
A note about the nightlight (Thing 1 calls them dream lights.) you see on the pillow: Thing 1 has been asking for a dream light forever. And not just any dream light. He very specifically wanted one that would make pictures on the walls. I don’t really know how he got the idea into his head (I suspect an certain episode of Curious George) but he went on and on about it for weeks. He was so excited when we bought that one, he couldn’t wait for bedtime. He often falls asleep lying on his back with it on his chest, staring up at the stars and moon on the ceiling. Bless his heart.