With DearWife's due date fast approaching (5 weeks and counting), several things are starting to change. The frequency with which we look at each other and ask "What were we thinking" is going up exponentially. We are getting a lot more phone calls from friends and family looking to generously give us infant clothes (or as I call it, get rid of stuff from their basement and let Khyle throw it in his basement).
DearWife and I also realized on Friday that we haven't really given much thought of where the baby was going to sleep. This might be a small detail, but we figured it was important enough to warrant our attention. Both boys slept in the same room when they were babies. It's the room closest to the master bedroom, and it's all colorful with John Lennon animals painted on the wall (I voted for mini-Bears helmets for the record). However, LittleBrother still occupied that room.
We have an open bedroom, but we use it for my parents when they stay over. And believe me, when that baby comes, I want to make sure they're as comfortable as possible. So we decided to suck it up and put both boys in the same room.
And you know what? It was pretty painless. They were pretty excited at first, but they fell asleep. It was almost magical. The next night? Same thing, no problems. Today, they took a nap together with only a single warning. It's almost as if they're growing up or have been replaced with dopplegangers.
Of course - no joke - as I write this post, LittleBrother ran out of the room 30 minutes after he was put to bed. Maybe they still are our kids after all.