As it turns out, so far it has been fine. Our big boy really has proven to be just that so far by staying in his bed, not partying all night, and not keeping his brother up all night. They are fine if we put them to bed at the same time, but they will talk/yell to each other for about 30-45 minutes. It seems to work better if we put Dexter to bed about 20-30 minutes earlier than Theo. He has been really good about staying quiet when he knows Dexter is asleep. Theo is a pretty sound sleeper, so even on the days Dexter wakes up early for milk (yes, we still heat up milk for Dexter at 5:45 am most days), Theo sleeps in. Saturday both kids slept til almost 8. EIGHT! Couldn't believe it.
So the big bed and room-sharing is great. The mom/homemaker/nurturer in me has been happy as a clam for the past week. Theo and Dexter have been getting along so well. My heart bursts every time they hug each other. Every time I catch Theo trying to teach Dexter something. Every time I sneak a peek into their room because it's too quiet and see them sitting on Theo's bed playing with something together. It feels amazing to just cook their dinner and give them a bath here and do the most normal, ordinary, mundane, boring things. That's all I wanted. They love this house. It's far from done, but it's home. It's already our home sweet home. Blood, sweat, and tears have all been shed here to make this place our home.
The OCD person in me still sees unpacked boxes and piles of tools and unpainted cabinets, etc. But those things can wait. We're home now. We're with our kids every day. I never have to miss a bedtime or dinnertime or storytime. It's all I've been wanting for the past 3+ months.
Best friends. Two peas in a pod.It's home.