For example:
Can you go bring me my ... ... ... um ... ... ... you know, my ... ... ... uhhh ... ... ... [begin grandiose hand movements to make your request more clear.]
or
I need to go to ... ... ... oh, dear ... ... ... what's it called? ... ... ... to get some ... ... ... well—you know. [again, hand movements usually drive the point home.]
My brain is gone, folks. Gone.
If I forget your name, it's really nothing personal.
Now let's switch gears to Tom. This morning at 2:30 as Clara sounded off her "feed me now" alarm, I woke Tom up and ordered: "Go get Clara." (I get a little bossy when I'm sleepy. It's a weakness, it's true.) He responded with: "Where is she?"
Where is she. That one gets me every time.
If only I'd been a little more with it myself—then I could have responded with a marvelously witty one-liner like "Last I saw her she was playing tennis on the Wii." Yet unfortunately I let that perfect zinger moment slip by and lamely answered "in her room."
Where is she. [chortle]
The good news is Clara has decided to peek at the world a little bit more. Her narcolepsy is slowly becoming more of a part time job. And she's even been kind enough to give us a glimpse into her cranky side—which is all around adorable.
——> Unrelated P.S. Check out how Tom commemorates the ending of LOST, taking place this Sunday. [tear]
11 comments:
I just love how you write! You have a beautiful gift with that. SO, you described the postpartum forgetfulness perfectly! I always felt like the only one but I had so many of those moments after giving birth - I thought I was losing my mind. You guys are hilarious!
I say those exact same types of things lately. I have no idea what things are called anymore or where things are... It's amazing how your mind completely disappears.
Thanks for making me laugh out loud. I, too, get a bit cranky when sleep deprived or woken from from my REM. Just ask any child of mine who has come in to say, "Mom, I think I am going to throw up." I've been reprimanded more than once (by Greg) for sounded, "rather mean" when, after all, it is not the child's fault that they feel sick.
I'm going to laugh about the "where is she?" all day long.
Yes the brain goes when the baby comes. But the good news is that it starts to come back after a few years. I love that he asks where she is! So funny!
Love the Buster Bluth reference! And, well, the whole thing made me laugh out loud and brought back some of my own memories of those first few months. You guys crack me up! and that Clara, wherever she is, is sooooooo adorable!
I love getting Clara updates. Can't wait until the 4th of July!!
She's changing!!! I barely recognized her. I'll have to rescan for the Buster allusion!!
Buster Bluth..??...must have left with the rest of my brain, which apparently isn't coming back for a few years.
You should play a trick on Tom one of these nights and hide Clara so that when he goes to "find" her she's GONE!
That cranky face is darling...and looks just like Tom! She is a gem. I love reading your blog. I always know I'm in for a laugh.
Hiding the baby? That's just wrong...that is, unless you put a sock monkey in her bed.
Girl I feel your pain......I am so tired that my eyes hurt constantly since these little monkeys came into my world! By the way, I think Clara's toes look like yours. :-)
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