Jazz sits straight up in bed. “WHAT DID SHE HAVE OPERATED ON.”
Me: Um. Whaaat?
Jazz: “Well, what part!”
Me: “Jazzy, darling. I think you are asleep still. Izzie didn’t have any surgery.”
Jazz. “Well, the ones at the hospital did.”
Me: “Ones? What? No- we just have one. Singular. Go back to sleep. shh. there now.”
Just another example of how much of a super concerned and caring father Jazz is to little Isabelle- even in his sleep. He does more than his fair share of night feedings and paci-replacing and rocking sessions without being asked. He takes her in the evenings so I can have a nice long bath, or read a magazine, or sew something uninterrupted. And I look forward to my Saturday mornings knowing that every week Jazz will voluntarily get up with her so I can sleep in. I’ve suddenly lost my ability to nap or fall asleep during the day-which is weird considering when I was pregnant I was a borderline narcoleptic. Just that extra hour or so on Saturday morning is a fluffy cloud straight from heaven and very much appreciated.
And for our out of town friends and family here is a video (I never add video!) of Jazz making Isabelle giggle and laugh while having play time on the floor.