And then she was born.
I nursed her on demand for 15 months, and not surprisingly, she ended up sleeping with us the whole time. No big deal, I thought. She'll move to her own room when she's a bit bigger.
She'll be 4 in two months, and guess what? She's still been sleeping in our (unbelievably crowded,) full size bed with us, along with the dog, and sometimes the cat. We're like human Tetris pieces.
She says she doesn't want to sleep in her room alone. Her brother does sleep in his own room, but he grumbles about having to be alone too.
After some deliberation, we decided to make a playroom and a bedroom. We traded in the kids' beds for bunk beds, and I've spent the week rearranging everything.
It's early yet, but so far, I'm loving this arrangement. The toys are all centrally located, which means only one enormously messy room. V isn't loving the transition, but she is trying.
A few less preschooler kicks in the kidneys at night is icing on the cake.