The last three nights I have taken a cold medicine before bed to help unclog my blocked nose. The last three nights I have woken B with my sleep talking. I am not a sleep talker. The first night I rolled over in bed, patted B on the chest and said "Good boy", as if talking to baby O. The second night I said "Shoes off", another phrase for O. Last night I even woke myself up laughing hysterically, although I don't recall explaining that I was stuck in a kite. Tonight I am ditching the medicine. Night, night..
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
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