Since we moved to Cypress/Houston, Macy has taken to sleep walking. Actually, she had done some of it before, but not to this extent.
The first few nights in the apartment, she would wander around. Sometimes we would hear her and get her, other times we would find her sleeping on the floor beside our bed. One night we noticed a strange light on. I got up to check it and she had opened the refrigerator door and left it open. When she woke up the next morning, she had my grocery list in her hand-the one I had left on the counter by the refrigerator. Interesting.
The scariest episode occurred when Bryan was out of town at a conference and she came into our room in the middle of the night. Aware of the wandering history here, I got up and checked the house to make sure everything was ok when I discovered the door between the apartment and the garage was open. Remember, we went from a 3BR house to a 2BR apartment... the garage is more than full. She could have gotten pretty hurt in an avalanche of cardboard and containers! That one forced us to get locks on the doors up high so she couldn't reach them easily without some type of scaffolding (I wouldn't put it past her).
Since we have been here-about a month-we have gone swimming at least 5 days a week (COME QUICKLY, SCHOOL YEAR, COME QUICKLY!!!). Macy has turned into quite a l
ittle swimmer. She is now proudly floatie-free.
Last night around 2am I awoke to a mumbling, confused little girl beside my bed. I picked her up to comfort her for a second. The next thing I know she holds her nose and "splashes" backward onto the bed. After a few minutes of laughter (of which my ailing husband didn't really appreciate), I helped her back to bed to continue her dream of living under the sea.
If we ever find her "sleep cleaning" the apartment, we'll probably wait until she turns off the vacuum cleaner, and then help her find her way back to bed. I'm just sayin'...