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. :-)
Monday, September 21, 2009
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. :-)
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. :-)
Sunday, September 20, 2009
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. :-)
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. :-)
McDonald's Wind-Up Toys
Alex: "Make them stop!"
Amy: "Make what stop?"
Alex: "They keep going off, and they're keeping me up."
Amy: "What keeps going off?"
Alex: "Those --duhduhduhduh -- things . . . ya know . . . those little mc-mc-mc-Mcdonald's wind-up toys."
Apparently my very well-spoken husband has a stuttering problem.
The only McDonald's wind-up toys I can think of were the Star Wars Clone Wars toys, but I threw those away over a year ago.
It seems like Yo-Yo-Yoda has come back to life to ha-ha-ha-haunt him in his sleep. Ahhhhhh!
Serves him right for making me watch Star Wars that one Saturday.
Amy: "Make what stop?"
Alex: "They keep going off, and they're keeping me up."
Amy: "What keeps going off?"
Alex: "Those --duhduhduhduh -- things . . . ya know . . . those little mc-mc-mc-Mcdonald's wind-up toys."
Apparently my very well-spoken husband has a stuttering problem.
The only McDonald's wind-up toys I can think of were the Star Wars Clone Wars toys, but I threw those away over a year ago.
It seems like Yo-Yo-Yoda has come back to life to ha-ha-ha-haunt him in his sleep. Ahhhhhh!
Serves him right for making me watch Star Wars that one Saturday.
Musings from Game Night
Last Friday, Alex and I attended a really fun game night in our ward. We played a psycho game called "Killer Bunnies" and I think it had some sort of weird effect on Alex.
Friday night's narcoleptic statement consisted of: "I need more clues. I can't make a move with out more clues."
Tonight's statement was: "I'm trying to decide which card to discard. I need to save the . . . the . . . thingies."
No more killer bunnies for him.
Friday night's narcoleptic statement consisted of: "I need more clues. I can't make a move with out more clues."
Tonight's statement was: "I'm trying to decide which card to discard. I need to save the . . . the . . . thingies."
No more killer bunnies for him.
Quit Playing Tricks on Me
The other night I was in our living room talking with my brother on Skype, when I heard a huge crash coming from the bedroom. A few seconds later Alex walked out, looking quite disoriented.
I put my brother on hold to ask what was wrong. Alex responded with "Why do you keep playing tricks on me?"
"What tricks?" I asked.
Alex: "You keep texting me, why are you doing that?"
Amy: "Honey, I'm not texting you. I'm on the phone with my brother."
Alex: "Well fine, but please stop playing tricks on me."
Amy: "I'm not, your sleep walking/talking right now and you don't realize it."
Alex then gave me a disapproving look, and then went back into our bedroom and fell asleep.
The funny thing about this is that Alex doesn't even have texting capabilities on his cell phone. In fact, I don't think he's ever sent/received a text message in his life.
And even more disturbingly, I have no idea what that crash was! There was no evidence of any thing falling or breaking in our bedroom.
Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of his . . . :-)
I put my brother on hold to ask what was wrong. Alex responded with "Why do you keep playing tricks on me?"
"What tricks?" I asked.
Alex: "You keep texting me, why are you doing that?"
Amy: "Honey, I'm not texting you. I'm on the phone with my brother."
Alex: "Well fine, but please stop playing tricks on me."
Amy: "I'm not, your sleep walking/talking right now and you don't realize it."
Alex then gave me a disapproving look, and then went back into our bedroom and fell asleep.
The funny thing about this is that Alex doesn't even have texting capabilities on his cell phone. In fact, I don't think he's ever sent/received a text message in his life.
And even more disturbingly, I have no idea what that crash was! There was no evidence of any thing falling or breaking in our bedroom.
Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of his . . . :-)
I Don't Even Want to Know
Tonight, Alex sat up in his sleep and declared that he was "Debbing with Glaffing." When I asked him what this meant, he replied "I get on and off the train."
I don't even want to know who/what "Debbing" or "Glaffing" is. :-)
I don't even want to know who/what "Debbing" or "Glaffing" is. :-)
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