Go to the Mattresses
I've been horribly remiss in not posting about two MAJOR developments. First, the big boy beds are fully operational! Although it took weeks on our part (a trip to ikea one weekend to buy the actual nothing-is-too-good-for-my-preshus-babies particle-board beds themselves, a few more weeks to motivate to buy mattresses and bedding, plus at least another week to overcome our dread of the whole ikea assembly process), the boys took to them immediately. They were thrilled about ditching those childish cribs and moving to tricked-out big boy beds (as Bee put it, "jumping on the bed is awesome, bruder!"). We were worried that they'd never go to bed once they realized how easy it was to hop on out, but so far, so good. In fact, Owen solemnly told me at bedtime that "we don't get out of bed in the night time and we don't go peepee or poopoo in our underwears." And yes, we're aware of the potential conflict built into those two rules (and as my brother so kindly pointed out, Owen's head might actually explode if forced to choose between them). Of course, the rule has been broken on a few occasions, like the time when Kevin went in at 4:30am because Bee was crying, only to be greeted by the sight of Owen snuggled in Brendan's bed "reading" to him from the Dr. Seuss sleep book because Bee was "scared."
And now, instead of our mornings going something like this:
Bee: Moooommmmy? Mooommmmy? I want you. Now you call, bruder.
Oh: Daaaadddddy? Ohhh, Daaadddyy? Now I do it loud.
Together: Okay, ready, one, two, three…MOOOOMMMMY!! DAAADDDDY!
we're awakened by two little munchkins attacking our feet and saying "tickle, tickle, tickle!" after which I'm immediately handed my glasses and ordered to "get up, mommy, get up!" But all in all, it was a way easier transition than we had any right to expect.
[Pictures to follow; at the moment my computer with its zillion Browen photos is being held hostage in the Hamptons, in a house with DIAL-UP INTERNET. Who knew that was even an option anymore?]


