It's hot outside and so I am sitting and enjoying the only room in our house with a good AC. The only room that has been livable the last few days-our bedroom. When I say "our bedroom," I really mean "the bedroom".
It may seem crazy, even by New York standards, that we all sleep here. I realize that it's a pretty un-American sleeping arrangement. What about teaching our kids independence? What about personal space? But the truth is, I love it. I may not love it forever. I probably won't even love it for another few months. But right now, it is heavenly. Martin and Ezra have fallen asleep next to a pile of books. Ezra is gently snoring. (He is so beautiful!) Lucia is sprawled out on her stomach in her pack'n'play. My little family, all here, so close.
How does it work, with different schedules, with a teething baby? Magically, night after night, it just does. Lucia cries, and Ezra may stir but immediately drifts back to sleep. Martin knows how to slip in and out silently in the morning as he readies for work. Somehow Ezra and Lucia always seem to magically wake up at the same time and love to spend the first few minutes of their day rolling around together on the bed, Ezra telling Lucia that he loves her in a voice that is much too loud.
But loud voices are a morning thing, right now I just hear a chorus of quiet breathing.
And if you still think I'm crazy, it may make you feel better knowing that our bedroom is quite large... by New York standards.
