The parents, they are not sleeping. This makes them slow and clumsy. We've hit some kind of sleep deprivation wall around here. We're doing a reasonably good job of splitting up the sleep that is available, although I'm getting more of it because I have better sleep mojo and can go from awake to snoring within minutes. Dennis needs more of a wind-down and we're fresh out of that.
This man needs sleep.
We're keeping our sense of humor for the most part, and that is a good thing. Isaac is now being referred to as The Chicken most of the time. Not sure why that one has stuck, but there you go. I was listening to the new REM collection while I gave him a bath this morning and turned Talk About the Passion to Talk About the Chicken. Not everyone can carry the weight of his head...
Isaac and I have had a few outings, both in the stroller and in the car, and both modes of transportation were big hits. He's a car sleeper, which is a charming quality in a baby. He conked out as soon as the car started moving. The stroller can also produce sleep, unless it produces Super Interested Baby Who Must Look At Everything, as it did today on our walk to Safeway. The grocery store is a very exciting place, full of bright lights and people who must smile at such an adorable little baby.
He's working very hard to learn his lines for his stage debut as Baby Jesus in the Christmas Pageant at St. Ned's. Kidding. He's not preparing. Isaac is all about the improvisation. He can rock those swaddling clothes like nobody's business.
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