For as long as I can remember, Ben has participated in the finely tuned skill of sleepwalking.
He actually used to have night terrors, as well. Couple those with the sleep walking and living in a two-story house and it made for one nervous momma. I remember putting the dog gate at the top of the stairs for a period of time to try and deter the possibility of him stumbling down the staircase.
Then, thankfully, he had his tonsils and adenoids out. The night terrors, as well as the nasty case of strep we couldn't rid him of, became a thing of the past.
But the sleepwalking and talking persists. And he *never* remembers it. Ever. You can carry on a conversation with him and he still won't recall it. Usually his words are pretty mumbled and he doesn't make much sense, but other times he will just talk and talk.
And it sometimes cracks me up. Take last night for example.
Around three this morning I awoke to something playing with my feet.
I look up and there's Ben and he's grabbing at my feet. Almost like he's picking flowers or the motion you would make while picking things up off the floor.
Ben...what are you doing??
Oh...I just have a few things to grab in here.
Ummmm, no you don't. Honey, you're sleeping. C'mon. Let's get you back to bed.
And then he stood straight up, drew his hands up in front of him and took off out my bedroom door like he was quickly tip-toeing down the hallway like was sneaking off.
I couldn't have been more than 4-5 seconds behind him, but when I got to his room he was already passed out on his bed.
I asked him today if he remembered it and of course his answer was, "No!".
Ben...I have no idea what you were dreaming about (nor do you remember!), but I hope you were grabbing at something great. I am curious why you were sneaking though....? It's not like you to be dishonest.
I know...you was picking "air flowers" for me again. Hahahaha!!! :-) You'll never forget that...nor will I.
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