I couldn't sleep last night. It was about 12:30 am, and all of the sudden, I heard the strangest sound. It was sort of a laughing/crying sound, and I didn't know who was making it. I heard it a few more times, and figured out that it was laughing intermingled with talking. So I got up and went into the boys' room, and there was Joey, sitting straight up on his bed, eyes half way open, with his pillow on the bottom of his bed. I thought maybe that was the problem, but when I put his pillow back and told him to lay down, he started laughing hysterically again. It really freaked me out, because I could tell he wasn't awake, and his eyes were glazed and half open. It reminded me of when Haley used to halucinate and sleep walk. She would scream that there were spiders all over -- she would even point to them. But she was sleeping. She would get up and do strange things in the middle of the night. Luckily, she grew out of it. Maybe Joey is just at the beginning. He would laugh and laugh last night, then he said, "That is SO small!" and laughed again. Then he said, "I want to do my piano!" then laughed again. When he talked, I could tell that it was "sleep talk" because his speach was slurred and heavy. He finally stopped, so I went back to bed, smiling. Finally I fell asleep, and he didn't believe me when I told him in the morning.
One of Matt's favorite toys is this little car that has a magnetic writing pad on it. He gives it to us and tells us which letter to write, over and over and over. He loves his letters. He finally must have gotten sick of waiting for us to be able to write for him, so he taught himself how to write the alphabet. And he does a great job. They all look wonderful, and I might just stick him in 1st grade next year, because he can read, too. I don't know how I'm going to keep up with that kid. He also keeps Grandpa hopping. Yesterday, he took off at Target, and ran toward the exit (which, of course, leads right into the street). Grace had to try to stop him, and Grandpa had to yell at a stranger to grab him before he got out. Little stinker. That kid needs a leash. It reminded me of when Joey used to take off as soon as we got into Target, and I would have to run full speed to catch him -- which, trust me, is very embarrasing and draws a lot of attention to yourself.
