Somnambulation.

This is how the day usually ends.  Her refusing to go to sleep and then like a light, she's out.  As a mental note though, she may start sleep walking at some point.  It isn't outside the scope of reality.  I used to talk in my sleep all the time.  You can ask my sister, she will tell you the funniest things Crystal has said in her sleep.  I hear my girl sometimes talking in her sleep.  I'll have to keep an eye on her just to be safe.  Can't have her wander the neighborhood at night not knowing that she's out there.

Other than that, it is pretty easy to keep this kid entertained.  A $1 balloon with a dump truck on it from the dollar store, a few kitchen items to stack.  She has a whole room full of toys . . . that she rarely ever plays with.

I am pretty sure I should have been mad that she took all of the pots and pans out of this cabinet.  I should be mad that she was using my glass vegetable tray as a sled.  Coincidentally, if you are going to ask my sister about me talking in my sleep, ask about the vegetable tray.  The truth is, I needed to take the stuff out of there and wash it anyway.  A cricket died in there and I have been putting it off.  This just makes it so that I do what I am supposed to be doing.  That's all.

Like most kids, she has an active imagination.  One that leaves her using boxes as play things.  I am a sucker though whether it is hide and seek in the box from someone's microwave or playing banana phones in the middle of Walmart, I like to encourage her creativity.  I think she gets that from me, too.