I'm not sure if I have ever outed the FD on my blog but ... he does crazy things in his sleep. Mostly, he talks. A lot. Of course, he's no rival to the Sleeping Talking Man, but he says and does his share of amusing things in the wee hours of the night.
His latest nocturnal interlude occurred about a week ago and I have not been able to let it go. I am still chuckling each and every time I think about our conversation so I knew that it must be forever documented on that which is blogger.
I was sleeping peacefully when I found myself being poked in the back by my *giggling* husband. And, yes, when I say giggling, I mean a high pitched, hehehe, girl-y girl giggle. I rolled over to see what exactly it was that he was doing when the following conversation took place...
FD: "C'mon ya Little Dickie! You just gotta pick a spot and snip it off!"
Me: "Um, WHAT?" [At this point, I'm pretty certain he must be dreaming of circumcision or something].
FD: "I'm talking about vinyl siding, okay?"
Me: "Um, okay."
FD: [More girly giggling] "He he he. Little Dickie."
At this point, he continued the giggle fest and began to cuddle me and nuzzle my neck.
Now, he was working on a siding job last week, so I asked him in the morning if he remembered the conversation. Of course, he did not. And then I asked him if saying "C'mon Ya Little Dickie. You just gotta pick a spot and snip it off" would have anything to do with the job he was working at. Of course, it does not.
While the Dude's sleep talking brings me a great deal of laughter, I am slightly concerned as to what might take place when we have a newborn and are both dealing with sleep deprivation. His sleep talking, walking, and craziness tends to be amplified when he is stressed, busy and exhausted.
I have heard many stories of husbands who have done and said crazy things when they have newborns such as my BIL who used to attempt to swaddle anything and everything he could get his hands on at night - including their pillows and my sister.
I'm somewhat afraid that the Dude might, you know, attempt to put our child out into the chicken coop, or take him/her for a ride in the boat or something like that. Perhaps I should consider getting a security alarm bracelet to put on the baby just in case my Little Dickie does anything crazy.