Ben talks in his sleep. How do I know this? Because I sleep in a very crowded bed. Well, at least the second half of the night.
Anywhoo, Ben started talking to himself in his sleep early this morning, and I sat up laughing it was so darn cute.
Because, you know, Ben can't talk yet.
So imagine, if you will, a small, breathless little voice in the darkness going, "a-mamama,babababa, adaahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Makes me smile just thinking about it.
Now, time for the "keepin' it real" part of the post: Ben woke up crazy unhappy at 7something, looking like he was just waking up after a long night of boozing and partying.
I assure you, he didn't do that last night. Maybe when he's four.
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WOW, Anne, you are back in full form. Welcome back to blogging.
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