The Bird

It's 6:30 in the morning. It's dark outside. I'm (mostly) sound asleep. Suddenly, I hear, "Mommy, the bird!!" as Noah turns to look at me and gets up on all fours.

I say to the excited little body next to me, "Noah, you're sleeping. You're having a dream. Go back to sleep. We'll see the birds later." I've mentioned he is an active sleeper. Well, this bird must have been flying around our bed or something, because he kept insisting, "the bird!!"

Eventually, I convinced him to try to go back to sleep (thank goodness!) and, since sleep times got a little off this weekend, we all slept until 8 am.

Boy, these active dreams really help keep things in perspective. I'm sure he'll be a night waker for many years to come, thanks to a dad that has trouble falling a sleep and a mom who's also a sleep talker (and has sleep-walked at least once).


And, on the topic of morning birds, about 2 weeks ago, Noah and I went to the bathroom one morning to brush our teeth, and just as I hoisted him up to the level of the mirror, a sparrow came flying through the bathroom door, with Monty right behind him. I may have screamed out in surprise, but I managed to quickly open the window from the top. The little bird flew right out, thankfully. What a surprise!

Here's a phone picture from an outing to the mall last weekend. What a little boy!