Sleep Drunk

As always, Walker is full of funny sayings... I think a million times a day, I need to post this so I have it later...but when it comes time to finally post, I can't remember. And, I don't have time to stop and write it down in the moment. Sad, since the whole reason I do this blog is to "remember!" I have a terrible memory! :(

Some things I DO remember over the past few days are...

• Friday night Walker didn't go to bed until after midnight! This was no fault of his own-he tried, he really did. But, he was so wired from his breathing treatment, and from just pure exhaustion turned giddy (we all know THAT feeling...), that he just couldn't settle. We started the process of bedtime at 9:30, giving him an hour extra to stay up after his treatment. But, to no avail we were still struggling at midnight to get him to sleep. I can't say it was without entertainment though... :) First, let me say that I haven't "asked permission" to post this. Cliff's sleeping off a headache on the couch as I type, and well, quite frankly it has the potential to embarrass him. :) But, since he's such a good sport in ALL things, I'm assuming this no exception! (besides, there's always the "delete post" option, right?? So...Friday night. Around 11:30, we both were in the bed with Walker. He sleeps with us when he's having his breathing issues, obviously. He was just talking nonstop and nonsense. The ants were back (the ones that come out when the breathing treatments come out...), etc... I'm talking CRAZY stuff. He was just a hyperzoid, literally couldn't be still and was just running his mouth ninety to nothing. We were just making faces at each other like "what in the WORLD is he talking about??" Well, as grown men sometimes do, Cliff let one rip. :) I mean a loud one-machine gun style. You all know the kind, don't act like you don't! Well, I managed to hold in my giggles, because you see, after everything we'd been through that night-anything is funny. So, Walker pronounces in a very matter-of-fact and choppy voice, "You nasty, Daddy!" and then he says "You stink." and then a pause. By now, I'm silently laughing and shaking the bed, but neither of us are responding. We'd learned an hour earlier if we don't respond to the hysteria talk, it lessens. So, then he goes "You stink BAD." Aha ha ha ha ha. By now, I'm rolling (still silently) with my head buried in the pillow...and I feel a shake from the other side of the mattress that can only mean the "dealer" was finding this funny as well. Still, neither of us uttered a sound...and then we hear "Go to potty and go poo-poo Daddy." "Not poo-poo in bed, I not like your poo-poo. It stinks..." and that was all we could handle...we both started laughing loudly, heavily, and crazily. Maybe you had to be there, but it definitely goes down in my top 10 funniest memories. (ironically, I cant' remember the other 9. Not surprising, huh??)


• Saturday night, he went sound to sleep by 7:30. Angel child prevails.


• Sunday night...oh my gracious. No treatment to blame THIS one. The child was out of his ever-loving mind. Cliff deemed him "sleep drunk" and I can't think of a more fitting term...though I'm not real sure what that means, I can assure you that our child was not drunk. If he was, he certainly didn't get it from us. :) He was up until around midnight AGAIN...slap giddy. He talked in a voice I didn't recognize. It was lower and more choppy than normal and I questioned whether he'd downed a vile of his Xopenex or Albuterol while I wasn't looking. :) (this isn't possible, as we keept it well out of his reach...) He kept getting real close to our faces, almost nose-touching, and saying "how YOU doin' today, mommy?" (or daddy). I kid you not, Joey Tribiani himself. And no, Walker's never seen an episode of friends, nor do we ever catch the reruns anymore...and we don't say that. It was just toooo funny. Hard not to laugh. He was just throwing himself all over Cliff and saying the goofiest things though-just a crazy kid. He couldn't walk straight, could hardly stand up...but alas, this time absent of the ants...thankfully. :) Those ants freak me out a little, if I'm being honest!


• Today, Judy told Walker to come out of somewhere, I cant' remember where now. She spelled "O-U-T, OUT!" to which he replied "N-O, NO!" Yep, that's my kid...thinks it's his "right" to say "no" right now. Ugh... He's inevitably picked up the spelling of "no" from tv or someone else...


• Also this afternoon, Judy was telling me that he spilled his peanut snack. He overheard her and sat down on the floor in the kitchen and said "I sorry mommy. I not mean to. I not do it on pup-us.." Melt my heart!! (the melting didn't last long, for it quickly turned to HARD STONE later in the night...)


• This would lead me to the point where I was cooking dinner in the kitchen and Cliff was outside the front door working on something. Walker was in and out of the kitchen, sharing his attention b/w my cooking and Max & Ruby, Ruby & Max. Well, at some point the little tiger got by me and into his bathroom where the baby soap is. I heard a weird squishy noise in the living room (our kitchen is opened to it) and I went to check it out...which is when I found him stomping in the ENTIRE bottle of the purple baby wash...ALL OVER MY CARPET! So, he went to time-out immediately in the normal time out spot. When I went to get a towel to clean up, he got up. So, I spanked him and put him back in...to which he said "no, I get up again." and so, I told him if he got up, he was getting another spanking and going to his room. Well, guess what he did??? So, guess what I did?? :) He was really remorseful when he came out of his room with promises of "I not do it again, mommy. Mommy don't be mad. I sawwwweee." Sweet little boy. Discipline is SO hard, and just when you think you've converted them back into their cute angel self, their inner Dennis the Menace returns!


• Today in Ingles, he wanted the "lady" at the register to tend to us apparently because he starts yelling...and I do mean yelling "Hey LAAAAADY! It's OUR turn!" Oh my gosh. I was so embarrassed, especially when he said it over and over and over. Yep, definitely ready for some preschool to learn how to wait HIS turn!!!