Our house has six bedrooms, three upstairs and three downstairs. As our family has grown, tastes have changed, et cetera, the division of these rooms has changed, but the current set-up is this: the office, Tage’s bedroom, and Olof’s and my bedroom–shared by Yrsa–are downstairs, and Lydia’s room, Petra and Brynja’s shared room, and an empty room are upstairs (oh, how I wish it were truly empty; it’s currently full of miscellaneous crap awaiting sorting and storage so that Petra can move in there).

Yrsa will be four before too long, and though she’s has her own bed since she was two, it’s getting about time for her to move out of our room altogether. The plan has been for her to move up with Petra and Brynja, who have one of those “family bunkbeds” with a single bed on the top and a double on the bottom. We wanted to wait until we were positive that she’d be okay coming down the stairs on her own if she woke during the night, so we haven’t been in a huge hurry. I started talking to her about it last night, though, mostly just to plant the idea in her mind. Unexpectedly, she was all for it and wanted to make the move right away.

So, after a bit of wrangling with Brynja about how many stuffed animals Yrsa would be allowed to bring into the bed, we tucked our baby into bed last night with the big girls, fully not expecting it to last the night. To our surprise, however, we didn’t hear a peep out of her until almost eight o’clock this morning, when she came down and told us she needed to go to the bathroom. Even better, she says she wants to sleep there again tonight. I don’t want to be too hopeful, but moving her from our bed to her own a couple of years ago was remarkably easy, so perhaps this transition will be similarly painless. And finally, after more than twelve years, Olof and I will have our own room again.