Yesterday morning, I was woken up by Tim at 5 A.M. talking in his sleep. Tim: "I'm not growing anymore!"
Me: "What do you mean you're not growing anymore?"
(Sidenote: I have decided that I will play along anytime he talks in his sleep. It's much more fun that way)
And that was it. I asked him about it last night and he doesn't remember what he was dreaming about so we'll never know. I imagine he was dreaming he was Alice from Alice in Wonderland when she . He also said that I need to ask more empathetic questions instead of open ended. He's teaching me counselor tricks to communicate with his sleeping self. That way I can get more information out of him in him. He shouldn't have taught me that because my birthday is in a few weeks so I'm going to try and figure out what he's getting me.
Also, I really need to start going to bed earlier so I can just wake up when Tim talks in the morning. It's like clockwork. I could probably get a run in before work. Who am I kidding. I'm not a morning exercise person.
Anyway, this morning, as I was trying to wake up, I fell out of the bed. I just rolled off right onto the floor. And I landed so gracefully on the floor and hopped right to my feet. Like a cat. It was amazing and hilarious. Tim and I both laughed to tears. It was my favorite way to wake up so far in my life.
Early mornings at our house are so weird.