This may not seem particularly news-worthy, except Derek's feet fit on this new bed.
It's really more of a "new to us" bed; Derek's parents got a fancy new bed, and offered their still-perfectly-good bed to us. We hemmed and hawed a bit over this offer: This old house of ours does not boast particularly large bedrooms, and while our current bed, a queen, fit just fine into our bedroom, wouldn't a king-size- what we were being offered- overwhelm the room? Would we even be able to open the drawers to our dressers? Neither one of us wanted to be forced to squeeze around a giant bed just to maneuver around the room.
Still. It would be nice to have a bed that Derek could fit all his parts onto at once.
So we measured and hemmed and cocked our heads and hawed and scrunched our eyebrows together before finally making the momentous decision and telling his parents that, Yes, we will take this upgrade you are generously offering to us.
Then we had to figure out what to do with our old bed.
We threw around a bunch of ideas before deciding that it was time: Adelaide would get the queen-sized bed and a room of her very own. Caedmon would move out of his current bedroom, Adelaide would move in, and Cade and Atticus would be cell-mates.
And so Sunday was spent moving clothes and books and toys around, not to mention de-bunking the bunk beds, as we wanted to keep Atticus on an easily accessible bed due to his night terrors, but didn't trust Caedmon to be quite so far off the ground while unconscious. We made peace with the potential outcome of that bedroom- now the home of two young boys, and not just any boys, but brothers- being the site of such frequent and and boisterous battles that it may one day calve clean off the house and fall into the backyard. Without the civilizing presence of their sister at night, it feels as if anything could happen in there.
|"And here we have the boys' bedroom..."|
All this bedroom rotation and reorganization was made possible by the fact that all three of our young'uns spent the weekend at the bed-donating grandparents. We did other fun stuff while they were gone, of course- I went to Brass Armadillo, only to find my beloved cast iron squirrel nutcracker was gone (somewhere Derek has a video of me the first time I locked eyes with that thing- I vaguely remember subsiding into hysterics at the sight of its really rather wicked looking maw that you controlled with its big, crazy-heavy tail), Derek got to go to an indoor driving range, and we braved the gooey-eyed masses to go to actual restaurants on Valentine's Day. The kid-free weekend just happened to coincide with the whole Valentine-thing; neither of us realized what day it was until lunch-time.
Adelaide was, of course, absolutely thrilled when they all got home Sunday afternoon; she kept saying things like, "I don't think I'll be able to stop smiling for at least eight hours," and "I have my own room!" in pure disbelief.
The king-sized bed ended up fitting into our bedroom just fine (although up the L-shaped stairway was another matter entirely), Derek demonstrating how he could rest both his head and his feet on the mattress at the same time. Such luxury! I still haven't gotten used to being several inches away from the edge of the bed and still nowhere near its center. What am I, some kind of royalty? What's next- a solid gold Monopoly game set? Perhaps a carbon fiber toilet seat? I don't know how I can keep up this rich girl/you're worth it- persona when all I really want is a cast iron squirrel nutcracker.
Two days and two nights after the bedroom switch, the novelty of sharing a room with someone still hasn't worn off for Caedmon, who is very sensitive to being "left out," and was what he complained about almost every night, heartbroken, when he had his own room but could hear Atticus and Adelaide talking and playing at bedtime in their own, separate-from-Caedmon room.
As for the most exciting part- the part that is slowly, against our will, raising mine and Derek's hopes- Atticus hasn't had a night-shattering, screaming night terror since the switch. Now, IT IS MORE THAN POSSIBLE that he's just in a waning stage; the severity of his night terrors tends to cycle. We have wondered in the past, however, if Adelaide wasn't contributing to the problem at least in small part. For such a daytime-nice girl she has a disturbing tendency to yell things like, "NOOOO" and "Stop it- STOP IT!" whilst asleep. Then there was that time, last spring, when our family was in a hotel room, all the children had fallen asleep, and Adelaide whispered, "I HATE YOU" to the room at large. It was creepy and disturbing in the extreme. Really, with a sister that whispers such malevolent messages sleeping above you night after night, how could you not have night terrors?
Still, we're working hard not to get our hopes worked up too far; the past has taught us just to enjoy each full night's sleep as it comes, and if there are two in a row? Now, that's luxury.
UPDATE: Last night was bad. Baaaad. Looks like I can't blame Adelaide for her brother's night terrors. Not to worry, though; I already have the next tactic we're going to try in my sights: Weighted blankets. I had heard of these being used as a comforting and calming device for people with autism, but that medical expert The Internet informs me they're used for those with all kinds of sensory issues. I really don't know if Atticus has sensory issues or not, but we've tried everything else under the sun- why not a weighted blanket? Rest assured (oh, that unintentional pun elicited a sad laugh from me), I'll be spending some time googling "weighted blanket tutorials" today.