I’ve had several people ask me about the transition in our house.
Annnd maybe I should find a different word to describe it.
I recently moved my 2 1/2 and 4 year old boys into a room together to free up a room for baby sister (read: to free up a room to completely glitter and bedazzle for baby sister).
The move-in has been a highlighted “to-do” on my Get Ready For Baby list I’ve been dreading, but I’ve had several friends promise me it’s the best.
I’m still holding onto that promise, guys. Right now, I’m not so sure I liked rocking the boat!
How did we do it? How is it going with the new roommates?
I hyped up a new big boy bed to my little guy, who is fresh out of his Pottery Barn, chew resistant gates.
New room! Big boy bed! Matching sheets! Sleeping by Gus! OOH-WEE!
Roscoe was thrilled and moved out with his blankie, bouncing on his tip-toes.
It did slip my mind to hype it up as much to Gus before his chatty new roommate slammed the door open and into wall with a huge smile.
Gus is fine with sharing his room, but, as my wonderful sleeper, has had to adapt to a new little-brother alarm clock that’s driving us all a little crazy. The boys have been given strict instructions that the first little man awake is to tiptoe quietly out of the room so the other can sleep. Gus does a great job. Roscoe completely ignores it and wanders straight to Gus’s bed. “HEY DUS! CAN I WAKE UP NOW?”
We’ll work on that.
My angel-face, sweet Roscoe is a surprisingly strong willed little dude, and had no problem overthrowing Gus as the alpha of the room. Roscoe is now into all his toys, AND all his clothes…even though they aren’t quite the same size. Gus, who is extreeeemely patient and uncomfortable anytime Roscoe is upset, has been seen peeling off the pajamas he’s wearing to hand over to Roscoe. Gus even offered his toothbrush! Ha We stopped him there. Roscoe’s persuasion methods are very effective: precious little hand-clasped with an unquestionable undertone of total domination.
(If you’ve seen Shrek, those little Puss in Boots eyes are Roscoe’s forte. They even sucker Gus.)
Talk about mom-guilt!
Gus responds to this alternating between understandably wanting a little more space, and constantly trying to win Roscoe’s attention and impress him. I feel confused by it! Hahah Luckily, they’re still best buddies.
What is NOT working well?
Naptime. Roscoe has always napped, while Gus and I both have a consistent “rest time,” but now that Gus been displaced, we don’t quite know our rest time routine. We all NEED afternoon alone time, so we’re figuring that out.
I get frustrated having a shadow during that time, but also enjoy one-on-one time before baby sister gets here.
The span of enjoyment is about thirty minutes, though.
Mommy’s way into solitude time. Without it, my brain overheats or something.
It melts my heart to witness their chatting at night. Roscoe said quietly last night, “Hey, Dus. What you doing?” Gus said, “Oh, umm…I’m just reyaxing.”
(I will punch the person that teaches Gus how to say his “L.”)
There has been no coloring on walls by Roscoe yet, and I believe that’s the only room in the house that hasn’t been graced by Roscoe’s artwork.
Now that the previous tenant is out of the baby room, I can get cracking on cleaning it out, organizing, and redecorating…with my quiet-time friend constructing train routes right behind me. ♥