Tonight, they are sharing a bed again. I can't remember the last time that happened, it was somewhere between rolling over and two naps a day. How easily I forget.
But tonight, they both figured out how to jump the fence. For an hour, we monitored them. Ulla. Then Hugo. Ulla. Hugo. If crying ensued, we intervened and moved them to their own cribs. The crying stopped. Together. A small part of me wants to pick Hugo up and move him back to his bed. What is the likelihood this will mean a sudden wake up in the middle of the night or a much too early rise? But I resisted. I left them. Because isn't this what we, as parents, want most for our kids? That they may tolerate small spaces just to be near one another.