Well, I have a confession to make. I L-O-V-E sleep. Yep! I said it. I think sleep was my first love. I pretty much can sleep anywhere and at any time. That all changed the moment we brought sweet little Ansley home. The first couple of weeks were rough of course, but by week 5 she was sleeping until 5 am. It was at that time that I was sure she did not fall far from my tree. Wow, how things have changed. Let me describe the events of this morning.
I have said repeatedly, "I am so ready for time change. At least after the time changes Ansley's internal clock will be set for 7:30 am not 6:30 am." Boy was I wrong. This morning at 6:32 am, I hear her bathroom door open and the little footsteps coming down the hall. She quickly darts to Cole's side of the bed and climbs in. She never says a word. Two minutes after Cole leaves, she sits up in the bed like she heard a gun shot, rushes to get down, and runs to the front door. That is when I hear the scream. "He left me. My daddy left me." I quickly try to reassure her that daddy is just gone to work just like every other weekday. But that is not what she was so upset about. After a few minutes I finally hear her say, "If he has to leave to go to work, can't he turn on my shows?" I thought I was going to die laughing.
That is when I hear Charlotte calling my name. Ansley (mommy in training) quickly lets her out of her room and they play for quite some time. I finally wake myself up and get the coffee going. I tell Ansley, "You have got to stop getting up so early. Mommy needs some time to wake up and get going before you get up." She looks at me all confused and replies, " Well, can you please tell daddy to stop waking me up. He is so loud."
After calling Cole this morning and describing how our child threw him under the bus. We came to the following conclusion: Ansley sleepwalks! She insists that her daddy woke her up this morning and every other morning. Even the other day during nap, she came out and I sent her back (because she had only been asleep for about thirty minutes.) But I had told her that I would lay down with her for a little while. So when I go into the my bedroom (where she is supposed to be napping), she is not in my bed. I frantically begin to look for her. Only to find her in her own bed, asleep with her best buddy, who was also napping.
Yep. My oldest child sleepwalks and talks, just like her Aunt Megan! She may have come from my body. But I am pretty sure I am raising myself and my sister all over again. :)
Ansley taking a nap with B. I love how their feet are touching. :)