crazy toes

i spend a lot of time feeding tay. we turn the tv off and put some music on and then i just sit there google-eyed gazing at him, singing whatever song the ipod chooses for us.
today i decided that his feet are my favorite thing to look at. it's probably because they're really the only part of him that i recognize as me. his toes are long and lanky and a bit crooked - not at all perfect. in fact, quite laughable, just like mine. i think about all the parts of the body and wonder why god decided this was the part of me he'd pass on to him.
tomorrow grandjane (i should say SUPER grandjane. she's been a dream) and i are taking him to target and i'm kinda excited because i'll get to use the stroller and i really need the practice. on sunday, we ventured out to the farmers market near our house. wheeling him around, i ran over some lady's sandled foot and banged the carriage into a trashcan. i also got considerably frustrated trying to manuver around people. not really knowing which way to go, i was like a squirrel about to get squashed by a mac truck.
left. right. no left. no right. ok, left. right?
finally, everyone asks so i'll fill you in: he's been sleeping well. i've been doing this side lying feeding hold thing at night so i just roll him out of the bassinet attached to our bed and in next to me. i decided to do this after the horrific night where wolly had a seizure and i hallucinated about people in the attic. now i have to wake up, but i don't actually have to get up, which is the difference between a mom who is happy and a mom who is a total bitch the next day.
the night feedings are funny. he does a lot of snorting and head wiggling and i can't see wtf i'm doing so i have this camping headlamp that i turn on just to make sure the arrow is at least close to the target. when he finally settles in next to me and then drifts off to sleep i feel like superwoman.
new photos are on flickr.