I write this post as a defeated man. Three nights into our attempt to get both girls sleeping in the same room, we had to call it off after Vivi started turning this evening into a crying fit. She's just not ready, I guess. Thankfully, her sister - miracle of miracles! - actually fell asleep with her sister crying just a few feet away, and stayed asleep the whole time. Vivi herself fell asleep instantly after being transferred from the big, strange crib in the big, strange room to her small, familiar portacrib in her small, familiar room. So much for that! We'll try again later, like when she's 14.
Aside from the evenings' traumas, the weekend was very good. Saturday was especially fine, with fantastic weather, lots of fun to be had inside and out, and a great walk in St. Olaf's Natural Lands. As a (literally) card-carrying member of the Carleton Is Best club, I have to grudgingly admit that the Oles have a good thing going. The girls liked it, too, collected a few leaves, some shiny rocks, the stray stick or two, and hopefully some good memories of crunching down the autumnal paths.
