Breaking Up Part II

One was birth. Two was last night when we took V out of the crib so he could  try to sleep in peace. Sure they have slept apart in many places in pack and plays while we traveled but they have never been apart at home. V chose the pack and play over the crib and A went crazy when she entered the room and understood that she was not going into the pack and play with V. When F showed her that she could see him and touch him from the crib, she calmed down. I suppose it really is important for them to have space and be able to stretch. It makes me sad to see them not sleep together and to see the room look like a third world orphanage (just beds, no floor space). I guess that is part of growing up, being together less, physically. I laughed when I heard A shouting his name this morning (she says it accurately but with such a funny voice) to wake him up in the crib next door:)