sleep talking

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Last night I fell asleep on the couch at about 8:30, so by the time I got up and went to bed at around midnight, Sara had been sleeping for quite some time. As I crept in to the bedroom and slowly and quietly closed the door behind me, Sara sat bolt upright in bed and yelled, “Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!” I threw the door open and leapt to the side like some sort of action hero. “What?” I asked in a panic. “Evie was peeing in the night,” Sara said and went back to sleep.

As we were driving through the middle of nowhere today, Evie was getting a little restless. In order to keep her occupied, we were pointing out things on the side of the road for her to see. “Look Evie, there are some horses out Mommy’s window!” “Look, here’s a barn!” Suddenly, I saw, I kid you not, a goat on a trampoline. Nobody will believe me about this, but it was for real. It’s not like he was jumping or anything, someone just had a pet goat and one of those huge backyard trampolines, and the goat was sitting on it. I was extremely tempted to go back and take a picture, but I didn’t, so you’ll just have to belive me on this.

Evie Update Monday

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“What color is Evie’s hair?”
“Blonde”
“What color is mommy’s hair?”
“Grey!”*

*Disclaimer, Sara is forcing me to write in here that she does not actually have any grey hair.

And P.S., it’s my blog and I can write grey with an ‘e’ on it like a filthy redcoat if I want to! Take that world!

Over the weekend we got our garden all set up. We bought our plants from the gardens of Gethsemane – no joke, that was the name. It’s not as good as the garden of eat’n’, but I was still chuckling over it for a long time. It took Sara and I about 3 hours in the garden and another hour or so on the back porch, but everything looks beautiful. Looks like we’re going to have even more stuff than last year, as every square inch of our garden is accounted for, including plans for what goes in when certain things are done.

Evie went on the potty for what I think can be counted as the first time. She has gone a few times before, when she was younger, but I think this was the first time where she did it consciously, knowing what she was doing and why. That’s a big step. We’re not really potty training her per say, but we do let her sit on it whenever she wants to. Usually she will sit forever, but never go. So hopefully she will start to do this more and more and then we can try to potty train her for real. It certainly would be nice to be able to leave the house without all the diapers, etc.!

Sara found an article that says morning sickness increases the chance your child will have a high IQ. She thinks that people are just saying that as a consolation prize for the people who have a rough time with morning sickness, but anecdotally I will say that Sara had really, really bad morning sickness and Evie is really, really smart. You be the judge.

Since I began with a funny story about Sara, I feel I should end the same way; bookend-like. The other night I was sleeping blissfully when Sara forcefully pressed her arm against mine and yelled triumphantly, “They’re finally together!” I woke up rather confused and looked at her, but she wasn’t awake. I guess I’ll always wonder what the heck she was dreaming about.