A quick post on my last 10 mins... I was laying in bed getting ready for sleep to overtake me, when the door beside our room screeched open (one of the few times I'm thankful that Mike still hasn't wd40'd that sucker). I expected to see Noah run across the hall (as he does on average 3-4 times per night) and flick on the bathroom light sending a blinding stream into our room, but nothing happened. I waited. Still nothing. I thought maybe he had gone back to bed and then I heard a sound I couldn't quite place. It was a soft, streaming, padding sound. It contemplated it for a few seconds trying to place it, until it hit me. Once I placed it I was up and running. It was pee. The sound was pee hitting the carpet. I arrived at Noah's door and he was standing pantless in front of a puddle of fresh urine. He looked at me and lazily smiled. He was definetly still asleep. I asked him if he still had to pee and grabbed his hand to take him to the bathroom. He pulled away, smiled again and said, "nope, I'm done." Then he walked to his bed, climbed in, and promptly fell asleep.
Now that the puddle has been thoroughly soaked up and sprayed and disinfected and febreezed... I am going to resume my efforts to sleep. I do however leave a small warning with you, beware of sleep-peeing. It sounds like a blast, but it's not as much fun as it's hyped up to be.
Love from the Willmotts