Right after Thanksgiving 2007, we moved Zachary into Benjamin’s room, much to the delight of the children. They giggled and laughed and talked, each according to his own ability.
Well, it’s two years later and the party is over. Zachary has had it up to here with a three-year-old jumping into his bed, talking, and generally making a nuisance of himself. He is five, and he wants his own room.
Fortunately, there is another sibling standing in the on-deck circle, more than willing to step up to the plate and share a room with Benjamin. So, two nights ago, for the first time, we moved Benjamin into Lilah’s room here at the grandparents’ house. The first night went surprisingly smoothly, with neither saying or doing much.
But, now, it’s time to get this party started.
I did manage to get Benjamin out of Lilah’s crib, where they were jumping and laughing together. But it took another 45 minutes to get them to settle down. I know in a few days, they will be used to it and calm down a bit. Maybe in two years, Benjamin will be asking for his own room. For right now however, I’m just thrilled he’s stopped punching his sister for an entire hour.