Matt contracted pregnant brain... and mom brain.

Matt's a little scatter-brained.  Friends have referred to him as the nutty professor.  He is super smart, he has his stuff in order and is extremely responsible, but sometimes it seems as though he is just spinning around in circles.  I can't tell you how many times he has "lost" his wallet, or left it at work, or "lost" his glasses, or gone frantically searching for his keys.  See this post or this one or this one. (Or you could just click on the label "Mattisms" and read more about this nutty professor type.)

In the past week or so, with the arrival of the new baby, a lot going on at work, and having to deal with health insurance companies/Christmas time/and a lot of other stuff in life that's going on, Matt has said some awesome things.

First of all, a couple of weekends ago, I was having some contractions that weren't painful, but hurt more than braxton hicks, so I figured I should at least write them down and pay attention to how often they were happening.  Matt saw my little paper sitting out, and he asked me very naturally, "Are you timing your transactions?"

Yes, I was timing my contractions.  No, I was not timing my transactions, whatever that means.

Today Matt and I were talking about a deal we saw on Facebook where you could get a free restaurant.com gift card w/ the purchase of a Target Gift Card.  "Restaurant.com isn't that great," I said.

Matt replied without hesitation, "I'm sure we could use a way to find it."  And after he said it, he didn't even notice that it came out wrong.

I should start calling him Nutty P.