Brian has started talking in his almost sleep or still kinda asleep stages. This is something I’m personally quite familiar with, as I’m known for talking in my sleep. I’ve even gotten into fights in my sleep. But this is new for Brian. And I fucking love it.
For example, the other morning, Brian woke up and told me how adorable it was.
“What’s adorable, Brian?”
I was waiting for him to say, “You are, Chrissy,” because I was all curled up in a sleepy Chrissy ball. Unfortunately, I’m still waiting.
“The sun. It’s so cute.”
Now I KNOW he was dreaming because:
- Brian hates the sun.
- It was barely shining through the curtains.
My assumption was that it was because the light was so dim, it felt like just a little sun, but who even knows. I just love that Brian dreams about the sun being adorable.
So, last night, as we were falling asleep, Brian said, “There should be a Turkey egg hunt on Thanksgiving.”
And I wholeheartedly agree. And then my mind started whizzing with ideas. How could we make this happen? I love the Easter egg hunt. (Yes, I am an adult, and my mommy still hides eggs for my cousins and me.)
I kept thinking and told Brian it could be a turkey LEG hunt instead.
He was markedly opposed to this for being half asleep.
“That would get very messy, Chrissy.”
But it could be PLASTIC turkey legs. And they could open with snacks and toys inside.
I haven’t worked out all the logistics yet, but I think I’m on to something.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! May your day be full of feasting and family. And if you’re like me, and have 3 hours of backseat (shotgun) driving ahead of you, lots of online shopping.