Tyler started a new job about a month ago and is finally starting to train in some of the areas that actually apply to his day to day work.

That being said, every time I got up with the baby last night (and during stretches when I couldn’t get back to sleep) he was tech supporting me in his sleep… Complete with fake work laugh…

“No, it’s not DOS . But we can install DOS if we need to….”

*Fake laugh* “you just need to click there and double check the ?????” (I’m not sure what we were double checking)

“no it’s not a problem, I’ve done it before”

“It’s alright. I can stay late and get it done”

I just finished a 1am feeding when this conversation happened in about 30 seconds. There was more dialogue than this, but he was talking very quickly and kept repeating himself.

T: What! What! What what! Where is my head? My head? What am I doing?

M: It’s time for sleeping honey, it’s the middle of the night.

T: But what’s with my head? Was my elbow up like this? What am I doing? Where does my head go?

M: Down on the pillow honey.

T: Face up or on the side?

M: Whatever is more comfortable.

T: My butt hurts.

**Cue me trying to stifle laughter unsuccessfully**

M: It’s still time for sleeping. Go back to sleep honey.

T: But what if I don’t want to?

M: You don’t have to, but it IS still the middle of the night.

T: It’s not… It’s not… It’s not… You’re just there… Laughing. Give me a break I just woke up. You don’t get it.

I then recapped the conversation for him, he remembered bits, but not most of it. Boy, do I love this man. He definitely keeps things interesting.

T: No No, wait! wait! Wait!! What’s dropping first?

M: Nothing is dropping, Honey.

T: Yes they were (points up to the ceiling) It was 300 pounds of it. *unintelligible mumbling* but the dropping… and it’s coming down…

M: Nobody was dropping anything.

T: Are you sure? My ankles hurt.

…”My ankles hurt” – His ankles would be crushed if someone dropped a 300 lb thing on them from 15 feet up (or however high the vaulted ceiling in our bedroom is).

The Gator (2 months old) just full on belly laughed in his sleep. He doesn’t do that when he’s awake.

The Major (2 years) talks in his sleep.

Tyler does all the crazy things.

I love the men in my life.

T: no! No!
M: what’s up?
T: they’re going to take the bed! No!
M: who’s going to take the bed?
T: the termites!
M: there are no termites.
T: yes. There are! And they’re coming for us!

***Update: I told him about this when he woke up this morning. I got about halfway through, and he said “But the termites were going to eat our bed! I had to tell them off!”***

Not exactly a Sleep Talk Adventure, but it turns out Tyler was sleep googling last night. This morning his search window was up after searching for “Jaguars Tigers Video Board Game”.

It’s been a while since we’ve had noteworthy Sleep Talk Adventures, but we had a pretty great one last night.

About 2:30am Tyler starts speaking with a terrible British accent: “I rather thought so. It was rather alone. But rather, he shan’t do it.”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard him try to do a British accent in his waking hours…

I love the parenting that Tyler does in his sleep. Between telling The Major and Hobbes last week “no. Boys, get out of my closet” (in the middle of the night when The Major and Hobbes were in the crib and kennel, respectively) and “nope The Major. Inside. Not outside. Just remember that” just now, it makes me so happy. He never turns off Dad Mode.

“NO! No! Wait for everyone else to get out of the way please. ‘Cause they’re…*incomprehensible for about 5 seconds*… So yeah. Just wait for everyone else”

“Megan! You OK? Are the animals bugging you?”