An evening ramble...

I don't know if you remember this post from earlier this year about the fact that Jacob is an occasional sleepwalker. The first time I remember him doing it, he was 2 years old and had been taking a nap in my bed. He came down the hall, crying, with one side if his hair and clothing sopping wet. I could not for the life of me figure out how he had a leaky diaper that only leaked on one side and got his hair wet too?! I went to investigate and found one of my pillows and his blanket in the bottom of my shower. It took 10 minute of questioning on my part to realize that he wasn't all the way awake and couldn't tell me why he decided sleeping in the shower was a good idea.

Last night was a classic though. About an hour after I had tucked him into bed he came stumbling into the living room and sat down on the couch by me. I asked him what he was doing and only got unintelligible mumbling in response. I kissed him on the forehead and told him to go get back into his bed. So he got up and shuffled into the kitchen, where he opened the drawer where we keep Ziploc and tinfoil and just stared intently into it. Trying not to laugh, I asked him what he was looking for. He pulled a plastic baggie out of the drawer and came back to the couch. He then started to try to put it on his foot. At this point both Brian and I were hysterical but not laughing out loud because we didn't want to startle him awake and scare him. I asked if he needed help and he handed me the bag and kept pointing at his ankle bone, saying that it hurt and he needed to cover it. So I picked him up, and there is a mental picture for you, because he is only a head shorter than I am... this time next year I will probably just have to hook my arms under his arms and drag him to bed. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist, and I realized there was no way in heaven or earth I could get him back down to his room by myself. So I carried him into the girls room and tucked him into bed with Evie, with his head at the foot of the bed. The second his head touched the pillow he gave a huge sigh, and... back to sleep.

An hour later I went down to switch the laundry and found his top sheet in the door way to the laundry room, and his pillow in a laundry basket in front of the dryer.


I just wish I knew what is in his dreams at night.