Brains... Brains...

This sleep deprivation is really starting to make an impact. I've become clutsy, forgetful, and slow-witted. It's like I've been slipped some sort of Transforming Potion of the Ogre.
How does this impact you? We have misplaced the cord that connects the camera to the computer... or at least I can't find it. No, I haven't asked Paige about it. Yes, I realize that mentioning it in a blog is even less discreet than asking my wife. No, I haven't remembered to ask her while we were both awake. Yes, I realize that I'm talking to myself and that might be a sign of madness.
One thing that I didn't realize would be a significant part of fatherhood is diapers. I knew that I would be helping with them, but during my parental leave I have been Diaper Man. I guess that since Paige is spending so many hours each day feeding Reid it only seems fair that I should take care of things on the other end. However, it seems like each time that Paige says, "Tyler, can you take Reid for a minute?" or "Can you see why Reid is upset?" or even "Hey honey, come look at what she's doing!" I end up looking at some sort of strange brown liquid and weaving the diaper through Reid's brace.
Anyway, sorry about the lack of pictures. We will have some for the next post. At least I didn't write 10,000 words to make up for it.

Tyler