Growing up so fast.

My Sophie-bug changes every day. She's growing up so fast that I don't have the time to enjoy every aspect of her Sophieness. I just want to hang on to her and Izzy and keep them in my arms forever, but I'm just hanging on to their ankles and we're all flying along through time.

I'm struggling right now with whether or not it's time to move her to her room. I just went in and checked on her, and she looks so tiny and vulnerable in her cradle. Which I keep pushed up tight against my side of the bed. But she's sleeping pretty poorly right now, with every little sound disturbing her sleep. Which then disturbs my sleep, and I'm mother-freaking tired. But it kills me to have my kids so far away from me at night.

Here's a little secret: I actually love Izzy coming down the hall during the night, and snuggling up against me. This morning he didn't come to our bed until 8:00!! He cuddled for a few minutes then, of course, but every time I was up in the night with Sophie I worried about him. I'm sure when he starts staying in his bed every night, that worry will fade. Right now, however, it's mighty comforting to have his warm little body reassuring me that he's okay, and a quick glance over the edge of the bed doing the same for Sophie.

He just now cried out, which he rarely does anymore. Such a sad, sad sound. But all is quiet now, so I guess he's back to sleep. I think most of my worry is just projection. I know I don't like to sleep alone, so why should I expect Izzy and Sophie to like it? *sigh*

Moving Sophie to her own room will be the first snip in cutting those ties to Mama. And I'm pretty sure it will be painful. For me.