Well, last night, we stayed up WAY too late watching the Grey's Anatomy finale, so it was 12:30 by the time we got to bed. I was exhausted. I fell asleep FAST, which never happens. Next thing I know, I hear footsteps, walking really fast out of our room. It was Nolan. LEAVING our room, so I have no idea how long he was in there. I called his name just as he passed the door, and told him "come here" and he came over to me. . . but his eyes were half closed. The kid was SLEEP WALKING! It scared me to DEATH! I pulled him up into bed with us and tried to figure out what to do. We haven't had our gate at the top of the stairs because he doesn't hang out up there alone. The gate is down in our crawl space. His door doesn't latch completely, so did I dare put him back to bed? It was 3 am and none of us was going to sleep if I kept him in our bed. . . And I had to work in the morning.
After about 20 minutes of fretting I decided to take him back to his room. By this time he was aware of what was happening. I rocked him, gave him a sippy of water, and tucked him in. I told him not to get out of bed, and to go back to sleep, and that I would see him in the morning. I closed his door and PRAYED that it latched. . .
Luckily, he didn't get back up.
Honestly, NOT the thing to happen after I was already on edge from that stupid Greys episode. Did you SEE IT?!
Let's hope this is a short lived phase.