I was woke up this morning at God knows what time it was to a "crash, thunk, boom!" Figuring it was my sister's cats I just rolled over and decided to deal with the devastation tomorrow at a decent hour. I rolled over to an empty pillow. Colin was gone. That motherly extinct kicked into high gear and I managed to untangle myself, get out of bed, and grab my glasses in less than 5 seconds. I noticed our door was open and ran downstairs. I called out his name, but he didn't answer. Then I walked into the kitchen and found him crying on the ground next to an open refrigerator door. I realized the poor kid was sleep walking again. Now is you have ever seen Step Brothers the movie you know not to wake a sleep walker. This isn't just for laughs, but in real life you really don't do it. So I very quietly closed the fridge door, stepped over the broken eggs, closed the dishwasher door, turned off the sink faucet, picked up the pans on the ground, closed the pantry door, put the cat food away, and very gently coaxed Colin back to bed. He was mumbling something about eggs and dishes the whole way upstairs. He crawled right back into bed and covered up. I didn't hear a peep out of him for the rest of the night. This isn't the first time he has done this either. It isn't an every night kinda thing, but more like once a month. I guess I am going to have to bring this up to his pediatrician when we get back to Ohio. Lovely the things our kids do. The ironic thing is..he doesn't even like eggs!
