In just six nights of sleeping in a separate bedroom, our babies have gone from good sleepers to great sleepers. Last night was the best yet -- sound sleep from 7:30pm to 6:30am. Megan and I hardly knew what to do with all of that free time.
After failing to implement an "everyone has to pack and move their own stuff" rule, I enlisted my brother to help out plus some very timely help from my parents. And despite Greg and I managing to trap ourselves in an elevator (proper positioning is everything when trying to fit a queen-size mattress and box-spring into an elevator), we got from there to in two truck-loads with minimal breakage.
Sorry for the lack of posts in the last week -- the four of us are coming out of our sleep comas after two great nights in our new place. I woke up this morning (after only hearing the babies once during the night) and thought, so this is why babies sleep in nurseries! Don't get me wrong, we loved having them close by when they were younger, but the time had come for everyone to have their own space.
On their six month birthday, Ryan and Lucie feted with rice cereal -- their first taste of "solid" foods. (When made for a baby's first meal, rice cereal looks more like grainy breast milk to me, and I'm sure doesn't taste much different either.)
One of my favorite family traditions is our annual musseling party. Each year friends and family join us to harvest mussels and steam them on the beach for a delicious winter feast. It's a long standing custom from my dad's family that he remembers enjoying as a boy.
We bundled them up in more layers than they've ever experienced before, and had a great afternoon at the beach with only a few rainshowers (shown by the photo). As my dad said, Lucie and Ryan's great-grandfather was smiling down on them during their first (of many to come) musseling parties.
