My laptop's back...

and you're gonna get in trouble. Hey-la, hey-la. My laptop's back. I have about four ideas for posts and I'm going to try to get them all written and up quickly. In the meantime, Baby Girl's mood today is...

Der laptop ist kaput!

Typing this title made me think about our efforts to teach Baby Girl foreign languages. See, I watch too much Discovery and TLC. I saw a program that talked about how kids learn foreign language patterns when they're infants and that makes it much easier for them to learn those languages later.

So I trotted out my trusty Spanish and the hubby dusted off his rusty German. We also read to her a little in French.

Sounds good, right?

Only I'm worried that Baby Girl is learning to speak French like Pepe Le Pew and German like Colonel Klink. Our accents might be a little over the top and some day my child may get her ass kicked in France.

Anyway, my poor laptop has finally given up. It's been acting up recently - basically shutting down randomly while I'm in the middle of typing. Like it's not hard enough for me to get anything done.

And today, it just died. Luckily, I had already sent the latest version of the screenplay we're revising to the writing partner. Otherwise, it would have been locked up tight inside the frozen box.

The hubby is taking it to a place tomorrow to get fixed and hopefully, I'll be back up and running quickly. Although I realized that, without my laptop, I got a lot more done today. Oh, not work-wise, but stuff around the house.

I apparently spend a lot of time reading blogs while Baby Girl naps. Ahem.

How does Baby Girl feel about the laptop situation?

Desperate for entertainment?

It seems like movie theaters across the U.S. are catching on to the "Mommy Movie" idea. This is where moms, dads, nannies, whatever can come on a weekday morning and watch a movie with other babies. Park the stroller outside, you can nurse, and no one complains about your baby crying.

Sounds like a great idea, right? Either that or your worst nightmare.

Anyway, I've been dying to go see a movie with Baby Girl for the last two months. Why haven't I gone? Well, let's review my recent choices of movies to watch with my baby.

Lucky Number Slevin, Find Me Guilty, or Basic Instinct 2.

Are you serious? Am I supposed to feel OK taking Baby Girl to see Basic Instinct 2? And I'm not even talking about the sexual content.

I'm more worried that she'll think this is supposed to be a good movie. What if seeing this dreck ruins her creative abilities for all time?

But seriously, do movie theaters just pick the worst piece of crap that's out that week and assume parents are so desperate that we'll see anything? It's already 10 a.m. on a Monday morning, dammit, at least show me a good movie.

Things I have learned since having a baby...

Your baby will always be dressed better than you.

Getting eight hours of sleep is easy...just not all at one time.

Everything that you laugh at will come back to haunt you.

You can do almost anything one-handed.

Farts are funny.

Happy Spring!

Hmmm...wonder if Leno is hiring?

You Should Be a Joke Writer

You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation. Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life... You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material. You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Spin This!

Wow, two posts in two days - a new record. Things are looking up today because Baby Girl actually slept a bit last night. Whoo-hoo!

We moved her bedtime later to 10 p.m. She didn't wake up until 2:30, then again at 5 and at 6:30, when the hubby got up and gave her a bottle.

I should clarify for the poor hubby that he's been offering to help. But since he works during the day and I'm at home, I thought it would be better for him to sleep. Last night, I finally caved and took him up on it.

I had enough energy today to try out spinning at the gym. Boy, was that dumb! It was the first time that I was actually hoping the childcare people would come to get me because Baby Girl was crying. That's how painful it was.

Places that I didn't even know could were sweating. I think I lost a gallon. But I feel great now though so I'll probably be stupid enough to keep taking it.

I'm still here but my brain is gone

In the last post, I talked about how I didn't mind getting woken up every 2 hours to feed Baby Girl at night. Well, it's now been going on for two weeks straight and while I still don't mind, my mind minds because it's been turned to mush.

I'm still managing to function...barely. Of course, that functioning doesn't include blog entries since those are purely fun, and my functioning doesn't include fun.

How stupid am I these days? Yesterday, someone asked my name...and I had to think about it for a minute. What the hell is my name?

I'm a little worried that if it keeps up, I'm going to put Baby Girl in the washing machine and breastfeed the socks or something equally dumb.

Oh, and that whole "sleep when they sleep" thing? Sounds good in theory, not so much in practice. I guess it would be helpful if Baby Girl would actually nap. If I'm lucky, she'll sleep for 30-45 minutes around noon which doesn't give me enough time to even fall asleep, then finally a 2 hour nap at 4 or 5 p.m. But by that time, I'm so wired that there's no way I'm sleeping.

I'm still determined to cherish these moments, but I'm wondering if I'm killing so many brain cells that I won't remember these moments. Although something like this makes it all worth it...

Another milestone!

Baby Girl is 3 months old today. Well, if you count months anyway. Technically she's 13 weeks. But either way, she's reached one of the biggest milestones - the one I've been counting the days toward.

She's old enough for the childcare at the YMCA.

Whoo-hoo! I'm actually able to work out in the middle of the day - getting a break after a morning of baby-tainment and re-energizing for the afternoon. The childcare people there are amazing. Hell, I'm wondering if they're better at taking care of her than I am.

The other day I left her and had to check what room the class I was taking was in that day (so they can come get you for crying or a diaper change). When I got back, they were playing with her and she was laughing her head off. She loves the place and they love her.

Other than that huge milestone, all the baby books I've read say that she should be starting to hold her head up (check), babbling and cooing (check), playing with her hands (check), and sleeping for 6-8 hours at night (HAHAHAHAHA!). Um, OK, so maybe she's not quite doing that last one.

Baby Girl goes to bed around 10, then wakes up at midnight, then 2, 4, 6, 8, who do we appreciate? Mommy, Mommy, MOMMY!

I know there's books that tell me I should let her cry for a period of time or give her a pacifier instead. But seriously? It takes me about 30 minutes to keep putting a pacifier in her mouth to get her back to sleep. Nursing takes 10 minutes.

Hmmm, I'm exhausted and I can choose to go back to sleep in 10 minutes or 30 minutes. Which do I pick?

It's funny, even though I am a little tired, I really don't mind. I know that in a few years, she won't need me at all at night. And in about 13 years, she won't even want to be on the same planet as me.

So I've decided to just stop worrying about it and just enjoy it. After all, she won't be waking me up to breastfeed when she's 10. Right? RIGHT?!