Sickling

Poor little guy was sick Thursday night. He had a fever and just wasn't feeling at all well. He actually asked to go to bed at 6. After I put the girls to bed at 8, he got up and I asked him if he wanted to sit with me awhile but it was only a few minutes and he wanted to go back to bed.

He woke up again later. It was kind of like some of the "night terrors" he'd get sometimes as a baby. He was screaming and crying and sitting up in bed when I went in there. He said, "I can NEVER find ANYTHING!" So I tried to calm him down and he just kept crying. I finally got to pick him up and hold him and he said, "I just want to go UNDERGROUND." I have no idea what he was talking about. I gave him some more Tylenol and a cracker and water since he said he was hungry and thirsty. I was going to have him sit on the couch and eat a couple of crackers but he just took one and went back to bed! I don't normally allow the children to eat crackers in bed but I decided to make an exception in this case. ;)

Trying Not to Wake Up

Philip talks in his sleep. Not like normal talking in sleep where you can kind of hear them if you're right there but probably can't make out all the words. No. Phil yells. And he's always being persecuted.

Just now he's still sleeping but he just yelled, "Stop! Get away!"

I'm sitting in the living room and could hear him plain as day.

Mine

Philip talks in his sleep...

This morning he was in his bed and he started screaming, "Mine! It's mine! Not yours! Mine! Mine! Mine! Ahhhhhh!"

(His sleeping life seems to resemble his waking life.)