Sleep is a Work In Progress
In the old days1, when we put the boys down for a nap or bedtime, they often fussed and whatnot, but they mostly complied and went to sleep. It wasn’t perfect, there were days or stretches of days with no nap, sure, but all-in-all we all managed.
Fast-forward to now: We continue to struggle with the boys’ sleep (or lack thereof) since we moved them into the same room2. Cases in point:
- Monday night, I went in at 10:00 to make sure everyone was all snug in their beds, and found Dobbs asleep on the floor, clutching Lambie. He apparently passed out while making a run for it.
- Sometime last week, I walked into the kitchen at about 9:303 and heard a noise from their bedroom; I looked down the hall, and saw Dobbs in the door way to their room, Lambie in hand, with his mother’s sunglasses on. He quickly ran back to bed.
I keep thinking that, at some point, they have got to get over the new-ness, and get back to taking naps, falling asleep at a reasonable time, etc, etc. Any day now, I am sure.

















