The Girl Who Got Her Own Room...

I remember the days of longing...one boy, three girls: two rooms to split. I don't think I had my own room until high school. It's just the way it was. I never knew anything but sharing spaces.

So when Lily came into the home it just seemed right: the boys share and the little baby girl gets her own room with dolls and silky blankies: a quiet retreat in which to slumber peacefully.

For the last...oh...month, however, Little Girl has been screaming (I mean "will the neighbors call DHS" screaming) whenever she gets put into bed. Kicking her feet, falling over, throwing everything out of bed, etc.

Then, a few nights ago, we found something that worked. It was as simple as sitting outside of her room and reading a book. As long as she could see me, she was just fine. The problem was that sometimes it took longer than I was willing to sit (there are only so many kid-free hours in the day, after-all).

Josh tonight had the idea to move Maxwell into her room. So, we made room for a mattress on the floor and explained the plan to Lilz. Tucked them both in. Sang a song. Waited for screaming...After a small whimper there came a soft "The Lord bless you and keep you" lullaby in a little boy voice. Quiet.

A little bit later, Max got up to use the potty and Josh congratulated him on putting her to sleep. "Oh no, dad, she's wide awake." Peeking in on the wide-eyed girl, Josh assured her that Max would be "right back."

 "O-tay" was her reply.

I haven't heard a sound since.

I could probably ad some profound insights into this,

but I just think it is sweet.