Deep Thoughts

Tonight, Edward was talking in his sleep, saying "Da Da Da Da" over and over. I went upstairs, thinking he was awake. Fortunately, all I had to do was stick a pacifer back in his mouth.

Then I went in to check on Ethan. He had moved his pillow to the foot of his bed. It was propped up against the footboard. He was sitting up leaning against it.  His legs were crossed, and he had a finger up by the side of his head.

I asked what he was doing.

"Thinking," he said.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

"My halloween party," he said.

During the bedtime routine I had told him that he needed to get plenty of sleep to be ready for his party tomorrow. Apparently this was weighing heavily on his mind.

After collecting the ghosts from his room (he knew the specific places they were) I left him dusting the fan that acts as a side-table for his nightlight.

Yes, night's with Ethan are typically that random. Part of what makes them bearable... er I mean, so much fun.