Roommates

While we were gone, Blake was one busy, busy boy. I left him a list of things to do, half jokingly and half seriously hoping, wishing, praying I'd come home and find my list of items all checked off. Well, Blake was up to the task and even went above and beyond the call of duty. He organized, painted, scrubbed, assembled, and even threw away (a BIG accomplishment for Blake considering his roots). I think Blake's biggest accomplishment was rearranging the boys' room. Yes, the BOYS' room. It is no longer Max's room, but Max and Jack's room. Blake successfully painted and put together Max's big boy bed and shelf (for the toys so there was space for the bed), then arranged everything very neatly in their room. I had forgot how much I love the crib in the up position with the bumper pad nice and straight rather than smashed down from being stepped on. So, we decided to give the roommate situation a try on our first night back. I love having the monitor back again, so I can hear everything that goes on in there. Max was such a good brother, saying, "Shhh Baby Jack. No crying. Sleep in bed Baby Jack. No crying." Too cute. Both boys slept the entire night in their respective beds, not disturbing the other. Jack fussed a couple times and I ran in to make sure Max didn't wake up. Max didn't move a muscle. And when Max woke up, he turned on the light and started to play while Jack just kept sleeping. I guess this is now a permanent situtation and the boys have 16 more years to enjoy it!