Zoning Out

For some reason I'm particularly tired tonight and as either Carlos or Carrie can tell you, I have a tendency to get weird when I'm tired. Carrie finished feeding Jack around 10 tonight and my shift began. Jack was pretty fussy so I strapped him to my chest in the Baby Bjorn and began my evening ritual of walking around to soothe him.

When he's in one of these moods, it's actually pretty funny. He's perfectly content until the moment I stop moving at which point he loses it. As soon as I start walking again, he calms back down. The whole thing makes me feel like Krang, actually Jack would be Krang and I'd be the amorphous humanoid that carries him from point A to B.


When I thought of this I started moving and talking in a robotic fashion (my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle memories are hazy so I don't remember how Krang moves or sounds) which left Jack quite amused (he's starting to smile more) and perhaps a little bemused. The next thing I knew, about an hour had passed and he was asleep.