Through Early Morning Fog I See

So Alex and I have been watching MASH since they posted it on Netflix, and we always marvel at those helicopters and how they can fly.  I guess those thoughts have transferred into Alex's subconscious.  

I was up late blogging, so I was actually typing this conversation word-for-word as it was happening.  Enjoy!

Alex:  "The flying helicopter is still flying inside the body."

Amy:  "What body?"

Alex:   "They put together the paper cut out to represent a body, to be this sort of equivilant of a real one.  I'm sorry if its not making any sense . . . I kinda got . . ."

Amy:  " . . . "

Alex:  " I know what you're thinking, you're thinking I'm crazy cause I'm sleeping, but I'm not."

Amy:  " . . . "

Alex:  "I'm not crazy."

Amy:  " . . . "

Alex:  "You're crazy."

Drink Ink Ink Ink

This was from a few months ago, and I recorded it on my IPad but never got around to posting it.  Alex is beginning to become more aware of his sleep talking, whilst sleep talking - and in these moments of semi-consciencness, his biggest fear seems to be me making fun of him the next day.  :-)

Alex:  "It's dead drink ink ink."
Amy:  "What?"
Alex:  "Dead drink ink ink."
Amy:  "What does that mean?"
Alex:  "It needs tweaking."
Amy:  "What does?"
Alex:  "It's not Plano."
Amy:  "What's not?"
Alex:  "You're gonna make fun of me tomorrow, aren't you?"
Amy:  "Why?
Alex:  "I'm probably too tired to make sense."

A Marked Man

Alex:  "Did you write those things?"
Amy:  "What things?"
Alex:  "The markings on my arms."
Amy:  "Where?"

{Alex turns on the lamp, examines his arms and hands, and rubs his face.}

Alex:  "It must have rubbed off."
Amy:  "What did it say?"
Alex:  "It was the wrong thing."

{Alex turns off lamp, looks at clock, and groans.}

Alex:  "Ugh!  It's 12:30."

Well Someone Thinks Highly of Himself

Alex:  "Why didn't you put those closets doors on the other side of the room?"

Amy: (confused) "Because there are no closets there, just a window."

Alex:  "A problem that could easily be rectified with a reciprocating saw and some elbow grease."

Amy:  (humoring him) "Do you want that to be your next home improvement project?"

Alex:  "Not even vaguely.  But then again, I wasn't trying to impress myself - I do that already."

In Need of a Vacation

Alex didn't get home from work until 10:00 tonight. He has been working long hours lately, and I think that while he sleeps, he dreams about getting away from it all. This is especially evident from one of tonight's sleepy conversations:

Alex: "Other than you, I think that's about it."
Amy: "About what?"
Alex: "From Maui to Phoenix."

I think it's time for a vacation . . . I'm up for it, especially if Hawaii is involved! Hopefully the desire to go somewhere tropical will still be there in the morning. :-)

Root Root Root for the Cubbies

Earlier, I was sitting in bed watching TV as Alex lay asleep next to me. Here is (one of) tonight's conversations:

Alex: "I'm sorry."
Amy: "Sorry for what?"
Alex: "For looking away."
Amy: "For looking away from what?"
Alex: "The show."
Amy: "What show?"
Alex: "The Cubbies show."

No one will ever have to question Alex's loyalty to the Chicago Cubs. :-)

I Will NOT Laugh about This in the Morning!

About a month ago, Alex got up in the night, walked over to our dresser, and started to look behind the laundry baskets up against the wall.

I asked him what he was doing and he said he was measuring the 2 x 4. When I told him he was talking in his sleep, he kept saying that he was perfectly coherent, and that he would kindly appreciate it if I stopped telling him he was asleep when he wasn't.

So wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt, I asked him why he was measuring the 2 x 4 that doesn't exist. He became flustered and then climbed back into bed. I leaned over, gave him a big hug, and told him that I loved him and that he would laugh about this when I talked to him in the morning. He very seriously insisted that he wouldn't.

When I told him about the whole situation the next morning, he laughed. :-)