Sleep yelling. It’s all the rage, have you heard? God, I hope not, for your sake.
You spawn a spawn and you think, “I like this spawn. I will ensconce this spawn close to me, partly for the spawn to feel secure, and partly for my own lazy convenience.” So you put baby right next to your room, and then it lives to be two-and-a-half and it yells every forty-five minutes for all night long.
There’s a giant penis smoking a cigarette that I intuitively know is Christopher Walken, so I am enjoying the witty exchange we’re having over jellied goat fetuses. Then the yelling starts: “NO! NO! NOOOO!” or “My droopy is wet!” or “THAT’S A JUICY MANGO!”
And she sleeps through it all, except at seven when she wakes up and starts yelling about things that are actually happening, and then you realize that you cannot escape the children, not even in sleep.
My camera battery charger came this weekend, so by the power of Greyskull I can take pictures again.
My 16 year old has yelled in his sleep since he was 18 months. He’s only a bit more coherent now. And it’s mostly about baseball.
But he gets it from his father, who at 51 is a yeller – sometimes he even takes a swing. I’m thankful that the dog sleeps between us and absorbs most of the really hard blows. ;-)
Heh
My best friend in college came from a family of sleep-talkers, and they were all hugely entertaining on weekends away. Once one of them woke us up yelling, “Bring me my pumpkin!” at some ungodly hour of the night, and then she berated us when our snorts and giggles woke her up.
The title of this post alone made me smile. And then reading the actual line “THAT’S A JUICY MANGO!” made me burst into a good laugh (which was much needed today). So thanks!
hahahaha