so last night @ about 11:30, r & i were watchin’ the bonus features of a movie and down the hall walks our boy, sayin’ all upset, “daddy, daddy? i can’t find them – i can’t find my… necklaces” – he was stumblin’ around the couch with eyes half open…and we looked at each other and knew he had to be sleep-walkin’. as he made his way over the baby gate & into the kitchen, he was still mumbling about finding his necklaces. i was about to get up to lead him gently back to bed, and then we heard it…was it water he was spilling? was he getting some from the fridge door? nope. he’d dropped his drawers and, thinking he was in the bathroom, started emptying a full bladder all over the dishwasher. wide-eyed, we jumped up & i said ‘it’s too late’. we let him finish and then i picked him up & laid him back in his bed-his eyes rolled back as i pulled his soft cap’n jack blanket over him. this morning when i told him about it at breakfast, we all just giggled! ~~~~~~~~~i have a feeling that wont be the last time. sleep walking & talking runs in the russ genes (cuz i love & respect him, i won’t tell all the stories of his dad)!