sibling love

My kids get along pretty well. She looks out for him, and he's sometimes helpful. They're really interacting a lot more these days as he's a legitimate toddler and no longer a baby.

On the weekends, they have started napping together. First, let me say that this is awesome because they nap AT THE SAME TIME. When he was still taking two naps, he'd wake up as she was going down and she'd wake up as he was going down again. Now? Family nap time! Or we sometimes are productive. Whatever. But now they nap at the same time, in the same room. He sleeps in his toddler bed and she has a pallet on his floor. Works out well. Sure, they're chatty sometimes before they fall asleep but not too bad.

I found out that when they nap at the grandparents' he will usually wake up first. He gets out of his bed and goes into the room she sleeps in and crawls up on the bed. Yesterday he was sick but she was not. She went to school and he went to the grandparents'. He still went through his same routine and was calling for her. Aww.

Well, last night we put them to bed. I was brushing my teeth and heard her yelling, "Mommy! Mommy!" I went down the hall and noticed her door was open. I expected her to say that I needed to close it after she hadn't. Nope. She's sitting up in her bed and he's sitting up in her bed facing her. "Miles is in my room." Um, yeah.

I tried to get him back into his room. He would just lay there and say, "Bye, Mommy" and wave. I was unsuccessful. I ended up pulling his mattress into her room and he slept there. Went right to sleep after I put him on it.

Now, I do a lot of things wrong but last night? Made me feel like I've got this parenting thing down. Love seeing them love each other.