After two books, I tuck Rosie and Dash in (yes, they are still co-sleeping and we have had NO night-time visits from Dash in weeks; I'll be hunting the Internet for reasons why this is ill-advised and get back to you all), read two books, and then sing three songs. The books are always different, unless we are on a roll with one for a while, but the songs are always the same three:
1. "Jingle Bells" This is at Dash's request. Why, you might ask? Jingle Bells isn't a lullaby. I say, that depends on how you sing it. But the tune is a favorite because the first word of the lyrics is "Dashing." Go figure.
2. "I See the Moon" What? That's a nursery rhyme, not a song, I hear you thinking. I came up with a tune for it a while back and I'm sticking to it.
3. "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star" Well, once you sing a song about the moon, you've got to give the stars some props, too.
Good night to you all, and sweet dreams!
XOXO, Nylonthread
My husband and his younger brother shared a bed. But they're Southern. And there was only one bed. They both turned out fine. Mostly. One is getting his PhD in physics, so I guess I should leave him in the questionable category :)
ReplyDeleteI can't think of a reason why it's a bad idea. Eventually, they'll want their own space. Until then, it just doesn't seem like an issue. Honestly, who cares?
ReplyDeleteCat, I wasn't considering the Southern-ness of it, more the boy/girl-ness as being poo-poohed by the average puritanical American.
ReplyDeleteKelly, to be frank, I don't think I know anyone personally who would care. The aforementioned puritans are theoretical frowners. The kids are so much happier to be sharing, it's just a no-brainer at this age.