Tonight, Hadley came downstairs grinning from ear to ear, eyes wide open, with her sleep mask pushed up on her head, carrying her lovey, horsey.
I said "what are YOU doing up?" Normally, at this time of night, it's Lydia who gets up and crawls in bed with mommy.
Hadley replies through her goofy grin "uh, um, uh, uh..." She always stutters incoherently when she's sleepwalking, it's a true sign.
I told her "okay, let's get you back to bed."
She agrees and takes off at a speed walker's pace, stomping every step, and tosses horsey into the rocking chair, nonchalantly, as she walks by it. I picked up horsey and followed her to her room with Belle, the dog, prancing along behind every step. Hadley climbs into bed, throws the blankets over her, and slings her head back on the pillow. I covered her up, gave her horsey back, and said "I love you, honey."
In her sweet little sleepy voice she said "I love you too, DADDY! Thanks, DADDY! Night DADDY!" Yep, that's it...she called me daddy THREE TIMES!
Since I'm on a roll, I have to share another one...
A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in the upstairs living room, rocking Lydia to sleep and I heard Hadley banging around in her room. Her door pops open and she's carrying something and sleep walking. I wasn't sure if she was sleeping or awake so I said "Hadley" and I hear "uh, uh, umm, uh."
Lydia was sleeping and I'd been struggling with her for nearly an hour so I yelled "Keith, Keith, get Hadley." Keith was in his office playing a video game. (I use the name "office" loosely, it should probably be called his play room!) Anyway, he didn't hear me so I tossed Lydia into the recliner and took off after Hadley right about the time Keith came out of his office.
I scared Lydia to death when I put her, abruptly, in the recliner so she was screaming her head off and Keith brings Hadley and her ELECTRIC BLANKET, which had been plugged in and on, upstairs. He found her and her electric blanket, which she's yanked out of the wall, standing in the kitchen!
She woke up later int he night because she was cold! (For some reason, Keith was worried about plugging it back in the wall! Ha!) We let her spend the rest of the night in our bed and when she woke up I asked her what she was doing in the kitchen...she had NO IDEA what I was talking about!