sleep and other bits

So, getting 7-8 hours a night is a lot like not getting any sleep (at first)... I'm kinda loopy/high on all the sleep I'm getting lately.

I'm getting time to: work on business cards for my hair stylist (barter deal, woot!) and file the dog's nails down, and water my dead palms on the patio in an attempt to revive them, and catch up on this phenomenon called 'the office' (halfway thru season two, soooo funny!), and catch up on the facebook thing, and realize that we forgot T's Dad's birthday (soooo sorry), and go through Wyatt's onesies and other clothes and realize he's too big for a lot of them so putting together a huge bag for consignment while I sniffle at the fact he's grown so fast, and buy non-maternity-close-to-pre-pregnancy-size jeans that fit and sniffle with happiness that I'm shrinking that fast, and take an hour to untangle a ball of yarn so I can start crocheting x-mas gifts, and maybe get to check out spore some day, and and and....

Getting ready for Gymboree class now. Wyatt gets to look at other babies his age, lay on his blankie of choosing on top of a colorful parachute, and we sing songs and tickle him and wave scarves and clown (Gymbo) puppets in his face, and blow bubbles and all kinds of torture while us mommies compare notes on sleep/eat patterns and whose kid can roll over yet. It's really not all that bad, kinda like infant kindergarten, for moms. =)

Gonna try to make it to my massage lady's living room concert this eve, at least the first part of it- we've been on a really good schedule where Wyatt goes to sleep around 7pm so I don't wanna mess that up but if he gets a nap in the afternoon he'll be ok prolly.