Tales from Our Sleepwalker

When he was younger, Joe had night terrors. Those were scary. Now that he is older, he has progressed . . . to sleepwalking.

Sleepwalking isn't scary at all. It's hilarious. Here are some of the things he's done recently.

One night we heard him upstairs walking around so Cort went up to check on him. Cort: "Are you okay Joe?" Joe: "I need Daddy." Cort: "OK." Joe: "No, I need Daddy." Cort: "I'm right here bud." Joe: NO! I said DADDY." Cort: "Joe, I am Daddy." Joe: "No, I want Daddy, not you." Cort: "Um, OK. Hey, do you want to go back to bed?" Joe: "OK."

Another night, he came walking down the stairs. We asked him if he needed something. He said yes, he needed to wash his hands. And with that, he walked over to the kitchen sink, washed his hands, went back up the stairs, and got back in bed.

And most recently, Cort went upstairs again when he heard Joe walking around. He found him in the master closet, where he was getting a pair of Cort's socks from his sock drawer. Joe took Cort's socks, went back into his room, and put the socks into the dirty clothes hamper in his (Joe's) closet. Then he got back in bed and went straight to sleep.

He never has any idea in the morning that he did these things. (Nor does Charlie, who sleeps through it all even though they share a room and Joe sometimes even turns the light on.) But it does make for some laughs over breakfast.

Way Back When-esday

Yesterday Cort turned 41.

Here's a picture from eight years ago, the day he turned 33.



His birthday present was bringing his sons home from the hospital.

Words with Brothers

Charlie and Joe have recently become avid players of Words with Friends. They play games against each other, against me, and against Gransan.

At some point, they figured out that as part of the Words with Friends app on their ipods, they can also text each other.

This is what 7-year-old brothers say to each other when they text: