Crazy is as Crazy does

Who ever would have thought that the highlight of my day would be baby babble. Yes, baby babble. Izze keeps saying Ma Ma Ma Ma, which she in no way associates with me, yet, I do. So I smile and say it back and cheer. I feel like I hardly know how to speak adult anymore, at work when someone asks me a question, I pause long and hard, and then answer them in fragmented sentences. These people must think the blonde hair coloring is soaking into my brain. I wish they knew me before my mommy brain, when I was fun and wild and crazy....Okay, so maybe I'm still crazy, but now I'm crazy in the "must get more diapers, must wash the bottles, must make supper, must fold laundry" sort of way and less in the "lets throw a party, lets have a tray or two or five of jello shots, lets run around naked all day and see how many places we can do it" kind of way.....I"m trying to find that crazy again....