...is what i've turned into lately. Between having a cold, and Isaac not sleeping well ("Hey mom, it's 4 am -- let's play!!"), and being stressed about his not sleeping well, my brain has turned to grits. Saturday night I accidentally zipped a pacifier into Isaac's PJs, which I didn't discover till the next morning. And this morning, after a painfully long night with the baby, I stupidly turned the alarm clock off and made my husband miss an important work meeting. And there are countless other dumb things I've done in the last week.
Christopher is starting to look at me with this worried expression: has she completely lost her mind, or is she out to get me? and is she going to forget the baby somewhere? I'm feeling really bad about it, but lamely trying to rationalize with the thought that Isaac has inherited Christopher's difficulty sleeping. If he slept like his mom, he'd be a piece of cake.
Other than that, Isaac is a complete delight. He's been working on his raspberries this last week and can really belt one out. It's especially cute when he's nursing, and he pulls off the breast, leans back to look at me, and lets out a big raspberry. In other major developmental news, today he reached out to touch the kitty for the first time! We're pretty excited, and so -- surprisingly -- was the cat.