Hunter talks in his sleep. It happens almost every night. I notice it more when Jim is out-of-town because Hunter keeps me company in the king-size bed. Tralee sometimes joins the party, but mostly she sticks to her bed. Anyways, some of the more recent middle-of-the-night ramblings are:
"I want a cookie. No, actually, I want a brownie." I'm willing to bet that was a very yummy dream.
"No, that's Hunter's!" This was followed by a bunch of whining. I'm assuming he was wrestling a fellow three-year-old for a favorite toy. I can't be sure though.
Finally, last night I was awoken by a BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM!!!!! I jumped up and started comforting Hunter, who I assumed would start crying. Nope. Instead he said with his eyes half open, "Whoa! I just did that!" Then he rolled over and snoozed the rest of the night away.
That's all I remember for the moment. I told myself I need to start writing Hunty's midnight convos down, because I don't want to forget all the funny things my boy does.