I talk all the time. I can't seem to shut up. I can talk to anyone about anything. I don't censor my personal life in my conversations, because I think people relate to you better when they really KNOW you. But I am quiet when I sleep.
Chris, on the other hand, is a sleep-talker. Mostly he makes noises, but occasionally I can actually understand what he's saying. It drives me crazy, and I often wake him up so he stops. "Honey, roll over. You're talking in your sleep," is a common night-time phrase in our house. Once, Chris sat up in bed in the middle of the night and screamed "Don't touch me!" so loud his voice echoed off our bedroom walls. He never even woke up, just laid back down. I, on the other hand, couldn't go back to sleep. My heart was still pounding, since I thought for a split second there was really someone in our room trying to touch him.
Like father, like daughter? Around 5:30 this morning, I was awakened by Evie's shouts of "Tud-toe! Tud-toe, tud-toe, tud-toe, tud-toe! Tud-toe, tud-toe! Tud-toe!" I braced myself for the inevitable cry for rescue from her crib, but it never came. She must have been talking in her sleep! I hope she found the turtle in her dreams...
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