Yesterday Mo had a short nap. He woke crying, rubbing his head, and very upset. Grammy went to get him and asked what was wrong. "A frog hit me in the head!"
There was nothing in his crib but a pillow and blanket. My guess is our upcoming camping trip had him dreaming about frogs. When she related the story to me last night, Mo was very serious, but also seemed to catch on to the hilarity of the story. He told me with a grin that a frog "hit" (he smacked his head with his hand) him in the head.
My children apparently have picked up my habit of talking in my sleep, because last night Kaia was giggling away in her sleep. I wanted to wake her and tell her to be quiet (yes, she was in our bed, AGAIN!) but it was too cute, so I smiled and drifted back off to sleep. Here's praying they do not start my habit of sleepwalking!