Tonight I am celebrating a little victory: the boys have shared a room successfully for the past two nights and counting. Lucky for us they are both sound sleepers so we were even able to pull it off in the middle of a family cold [cold means that Noah coughs while sleeping each night from 1:30-1:50]. Some things, like potty training, are much longer transitions. So we remind ourselves to celebrate the little victories. To notice when things do go well without much effort. It can be so easy to get caught up in what's going wrong sometimes, that you fail to notice what's going right, now matter how small. So tonight, I celebrate a shared bedroom between my two oldest boys, a few months before their youngest brother arrives to inhabit the room formerly known as Ezra's.