bright sunshiny day

Today I took the day off of work, sent Jane to daycare, and went to the beach. Alone. It was the best thing I've done for myself in a year.

I used to go to the beach by myself all the time. It's one of my favorite things to do in the summer, but I haven't done it at least two years, three, actually. And I didn't think I'd do it this summer, but I realized last week that I desperately needed a day off - a true day off from everything and everyone - and was able to take today.

It was awesome. I sat there on my blanket, looked at the water (lots of jellyfish today), read nearly an entire book (You've Been Warned by James Patterson), ate some bad-for-you food, watched families play in the sand and water, and got some color. Then I went to downtown Madison, bought a book at R.J. Julia, got an iced mocha, sat on a bench and read some more.

Awesome.

I love the beach. When I was very young, we used to have a boat, and would go out every Sunday. Then later, we used to rent a cottage for a week every summer. It was nothing fancy, but the source of some of my best childhood memories -heading to the beach first thing in the morning with my dad and brother, tromping back to the cottage at lunchtime to eat quickly so we could go back in the water, strolling to the lemon ice stand every afternoon for a treat, buying cheap little trinkets that seemed like gold to a child.

I don't know if it's because I have Jane, but I noticed so many young kids at the beach today. Babies Jane's age too - one 18-month-old decided to come over and stand on my blanket (that was the only conversation I had - I asked her grandmother how old she was (the baby, not the grandmother)). Watching all of the kids having fun made me so excited about the prospect of Jane coming to the beach and loving it as much as I did - and still do. It will be great to see everything from her perspective, where the sign of a great day is a ton of sand stuck in your bathing suit, a sticky face from ice cream, and total exhaustion brought on from hours of sunlight.

from the mailbox!

After my obvious cry for attention on Twitter, I received this email:

There's plenty I don't know about your life right now. Write about going to see Jersey Boys or about your Fabulous Female Friday Funtime you're having tomorrow night. Write about books you've loved or about crying while watching Tori Spelling. Write about what Jane's doing. Is she starting to walk?See? So many interesting things to write about.

OK, dear reader, I will answer your questions.

1) I went to see Jersey Boys last week. However, since that's filed under the topic of "work," I won't talk about it here. But it was fun being in the city, as always, despite the fact we got caught in a torrential downpour in Times Square, saw a man who most definitely didn't have his pants on correctly, and ate lunch at T.G.I. Fridays, embarrassingly enough. What? We were hungry!

2) Books. I read a lot of 'em. I can't think of anything coherent to write about any of them at this moment, so I will tell you that I'm currently reading "Obsession" by Jonathan Kellerman, and I'm finding it quite pleasing, if you are the murder-mystery type. Which I am.

3) My Fabulous Female Friday Funtime is indeed scheduled for tomorrow night, which means, unfortunately, that I can't make it to dear reader's jewelry party. I am going out with my friends Heather and Shelly - two of my oldest and best friends - and this is very exciting and highly unusual, considering, between us, we have five kids (Heather has three of them). So getting out of the house, sans families, is particularly awesome. I'm very much looking forward to this, which is why I'm terrified something will happen to make me have to cancel.

4) Yeah, yeah, the other night I cried while watching "Tori and Dean: Home Sweet Hollywood." Yes, this is a Tori Spelling reality show. Yes, I should hate myself for watching it. But, whatever, I became addicted last summer when I was up 24/7 with Jane, and truly, it's kind of a cute show. Anyway, they were showing a memorial service she had when her dog Mimi died, and it was quite sad. It was also quite fancy, with butterflies being released and party favors and what not, but hey, that's Hollywood.

5) Jane is currently sleeping. Other than that, no, she's not walking yet. She pulls herself up and creeps along the furniture, but no walking thus far. And to be honest, I'm not rushing it. I know I will never sit down when she starts walking, not that I do much now, because dang, that girl crawls fast.

She is moving to a bigger kids' room at daycare in September, and they gave me a whole list of new supplies she will need. In this room they will encourage cup use instead of bottle, table food instead of baby food, one nap instead of two (this scares me the most). The whole thing has me very emotional because it's a big change and transition for her, and since she's now firmly in the "stranger anxiety" phase of life, I'm afraid she'll have a tough time. Every day we drop her off at daycare, her face turns red and the big crocodile tears come. So we feel like shit for the rest of the day; meanwhile, she cheers up about four seconds after we walk out the door, according to her teachers.

Have a great weekend!

weekend. update.

I feel as if I've been limping to this weekend - this week has been so work-tastic, and by work-tastic, I mean full-of-work, that it felt like it would never end. In fact, as we speak, I am at home, on my couch, working. What a tool. STEP AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER, AMANDA.

So, here I am, pretending like disaster won't strike and I'm actually going to have a decent weekend. Ha ha ha hahaaaaa......ahem. Anyway.

We are road-tripping it this weekend to Dimitry's house in New Jersey. Dimitry is Greg's old college roomate and although he lives way far away in a whole other state, we still remain friends with him. He recently got married and bought a house and basically abandoned his Manhattan-single-out-all-the-time ways, so I'm excited to see his transformation into a suburban boring married person. You know, like myself.

And since the kid isn't ready to stay home and have parties behind our backs, she's coming with us. Surely, this will be flawless. She will sleep happily in her pack-and-play, leaving her parents to socialize with real, grown-up, adult-type people. She will take naps when she should, eat when she could, not cry, and be utterly charming the whole weekend. She will also have no problem with the several-hours car trip to and fro.

She will also poop hundred dollar bills into her diaper.

Wish us luck!

no readers allowed!

If you're reading this, you know I've now set restrictions on who reads my blog. There is a long story attached to this, and most of you have already heard it. Not getting into it here. Aside from that, I have been thinking for some time about this blog, and the kind of information I put up here. I love reading back on old posts from last year, from when Jane was an infant, but as she gets older, I really have struggled with what kind of information I put about her out there on the interwebs (sorry, Lisa).

I am contemplating taking down this blog and starting a new one. One with less about my kid, and more about...all that other boring stuff I talk about. Which sucks, because I have over two years of scintillating material on here already, and I'd hate to start over new. If I do make that decision, I will of course let you know. Stay tuned.

PS If there is someone you know who reads this god-awful boring blog, let me know and I'll invite them to be a reader.

STAR TREK: THE KLINGTASTIC MUSICAL

Greg and I FINALLY made it to Alan's show last night at HITW. And although we barely got four hours of sleep the night before (after an adventure-filled night on the boat), we really enjoyed ourselves, not only being out on the town alone, sans Jane - imagine, being out with all of these people, none of whom needed me to change their diaper! - but, depite all fears that his show would feature spaceships and aliens and stuff like that, it wasn't very sci-fi at all, and was quite enjoyable. Alan was very good, of course, as was my friend Paul, who was also in the show. As you can see, Jane wishes she went too. Future theater nerd? Or future sci-fi geek?

oh yeah, that show I did

Remember, like, two weeks ago when I did a show? And I was all consumed with it and I was never home and life was crazy? And then I never really updated about it? Well, it went really well - one of the things I love about working with this summer program is the fact that the audiences are filled with past and upcoming summer theater participants, plus family and friends of the cast, so it ends up sounding like a Miley Cyrus concert in the auditorium. You can't buy that kind of appreciation. It turned out to be a very entertaining, energetic show, which is pretty much what we were after in the first place. I miss working with the kids, but I am enjoying having some free time at night again. Anywho, here are some (belated) photos.

my kid is freakin' cool

So, today was one of those truly special days at daycare when Jane only takes one nap. If by "special" I mean "horrible," because that means the countdown to bedtime will be slow, tear-soaked and drama-filled. Indeed, that's how this evening was progressing. I tried to entertain Jane with her toys and books, but she wasn't having it. So I took her on a long walk, during which she fell asleep. Imagine her delight (and mine) when I took her out of her stroller with a half hour to go until bedtime. Sadness! Misery! Wailing! Until....

I have a magic trick. When the shit really hits the fan, I go to my special saved DVR recording that is guaranteed to work. I was afraid that tonight it would fail, because, o, woe was her. But I had to give it a shot. She was crying and generally lamenting her very existence until she heard this blog's favorite Lin-Manuel Miranda kick off In the Heights' Tony performance with "Lights up on Washington Heights up at the break of day...."

She turns and looks at me like, "Holy crap, Mom! Look who's here!" She whips her head back to the TV just to make sure, then looks back at me with a gigantic smile, her legs wiggling, her body bouncing. She's been happy ever since.

Everyone who meets Jane comments how she looks nothing like me, and everything like Greg. And it's true. But she's got some me in her. She's a theater dork in the making.

wipe those tears away

OK, OK, I've been told to stop making everyone cry with my sappy baby posts. There has been a request for dog pics. You want 'em, you got 'em!

My show opens tonight. The last two weeks have been particularly grueling with many nights of rehearsals, stomach bug in the house, shitty vacation, busy at work, blah diddy blah blah blah. The good news is - the show is ready. The BEST news is - Jane's mole was benign. THANK GOD!!

When I have more time, remind me to tell you about the bat that invaded rehearsal on Wednesday night. To recap: July 23, 2007 at 7:27 p.m. I was having Jane. July 23, 2008 at 7:27 p.m. I was ducking from a crazy, swooping bat! Oh, what a year it's been.

If you're looking for my usual snarky posts, please skip this.

When you start thinking to yourself, "hey, I'm in my 30s, maybe it's time to think about having a baby," and you're also a person like me, you do a lot of research. You ask a lot of questions. You read that you won't feel well for a few months, that you'll be tired, that you'll be excited when you see the first ultrasound, that you'll go through a lot of testing, and, oh, hey, it hurts when you go through labor and delivery.

Of course, nothing ACTUALLY prepares you for all of that until you're going through it. You can read "you will experience nausea for approximately 12 weeks, sometimes longer," but you really don't know what that feels like until you're chronically dry-heaving for five months. You don't know how scary it will be when the results of a genetic test aren't what you had hoped for. You don't realize what it feels like to finally exhale when you've seen the little 11-week bean jumping around on a small, fuzzy screen after you think you might have lost her. And, sure, you really can't comprehend what labor pains feel like until your stomach feels like it's being twisted by King Kong. Or Godzilla. Or some other large, and very painful, creature. I still can't comprehend it, because my brain blocked it out for me.

Motherhood is similiar. People often told me, "get your sleep now, because once the baby comes, you never sleep," and I nodded, and smiled, but until last summer, didn't truly know how physically, and more importantly, mentally painful it is to go several months with only a couple (nervous) hours of sleep a night. And to have many, many of those waking hours being spent by holding a shrieking, screaming infant.

I had a co-worker who showed up at work the day her maternity leave ended in tears, because she had left her daughter at daycare for the first time. I felt badly for her, but I thought, "what's the big deal?." Our plan was to do the same - once my 13 weeks of leave were up, Jane was going to daycare. But as the weeks creeped along, I realized that I would have to leave my new appendage with strangers all day. I wanted to be with her. Why did they get to spend the day with her and not me? I would stare at her in her crib, play her mobile music, and cry. The first day we dropped her off was absolutely one of the worst, and gut-wrenching, of my life.

People will tell you you'll worry about your child. I have been worried about my child since she was just a few cells, but it's a whole different ballgame when they're on the "outside." Things that I never noticed before, like people speeding in their cars and fireworks going off at night, became my enemies. Every surface that I looked at I regarded as party central for germs. Every runny nose was sure to turn into pneumonia. Every cry signified something worse than hunger, sleepiness, or teething.

Then there are the more abstract things. Will she have friends when she's in school? Will people make fun of her? How will she handle that? How will I handle that? Will girls basically be dressing like hookers in second grade? Will they be having sex in third? What will she want to do with her life? Will we be friends as adults? Will she move far away?

I was told how busy I would be. How I would not have time for all of the hobbies that ate up so much of my time pre-baby. By the sheer force of my stubborness and with the understanding by Greg that he is also her parent and therefore responsible for some nighttime care, I have been able to prove this one untrue. I do, in fact, still read books. It may take me longer, but I still do it. This week I am finishing up my first show that I've done since she was born. This truly was a difficult task, both scheduling and being away so much, but I did it. Because when Jane does grow up, I want to have some "me" left.

I heard and read many times that the love you have for a child is unmatched. That you will not be able to remember your life before you had a child. It all sounded like a bunch of cliched crap made up by parents who thought they were better than everybody else. Frankly, I really didn't like many other kids. I was worried that I had no maternal instincts inside of me. Besides, who would want to kiss a baby when dogs are so much furrier?

But it's real. (Not the part about being better than everybody, of course.) I would take a bullet for Jane. I would lift a car for Jane. I would drop anything if I thought there was something wrong with Jane. I would absorb her every pain, hurt, and heartbreak if I could. There are things in my life that seemed so monumentally important to me before, and sometimes they still are, but the most important thing, always, is the well-being of Jane. I feel like she's an extension of me - I suppose she is an extension of me - and while I guess I can remember my life before her, I don't want to.

I have never painted a rosy, glowy picture of motherhood. It's hard as hell, doubly harder if you're a working mom. I constantly feel guilty, I always second-guess myself, but one thing I can say is I've always tried to make the right choices for Jane. I may not have always been correct, but I've always tried. I will never (or at least, TRY to never) be one of those parents who try to suck everyone in to the sphere of children. If you choose not to have children, I applaud it. You have to really want it, because your life changes so drastically, and much of it is not fun at all.

I have been a mother for one year today. As I write this, a year ago I was heading to the hospital for an NST that ultimately landed me in a delivery room a few hours later. Tonight, at 7:27 p.m., I will be in a high school auditorium, rehearsing a show. Jane will be in bed, asleep (God willing). Maybe she will be dreaming of the crackers she now feeds herself, and the milk she's now drinking, or all of the new "real people" food she's trying, or how she crawls all over the place. Maybe she'll be dreaming about how she pulls herself up, and how she's probably only a few weeks away from standing and walking. Maybe she'll be dreaming of all of her new friends, and of all of her parents' friends who have been so wonderful with her, and generous to her. Maybe she'll be dreaming about all of the walks we've taken, all the songs we've sung and conversations we've had, all the toys we've played with, of all the plans we've made, of all the little moments in her life that have been so monumental to me.

Happy Birthday, Jane. You are my reason.

ETA: Love the special birthday banner, Lisa! Thank you so much! Jane approves.

all partied out

another opening, another show

Remember way back when I was posting about happy things and I posted that awesome video that [tos] made for In the Heights for their opening night? WELL, of course In the Heights reciprocated for [tos] opening night last night! WATCH IT! AND GO!

wish you were here!

Well...not really. Because if you were here, you'd have to listen to me complain about how I was completely laid out for the past three days with a wicked stomach bug. I should have known something was wrong when I went out for lunch in the park on Friday and fell asleep on a bench. After deciding I didn't want to eat anything. Yeah, those should have been two very strong signals that something was up.

So, welcome to my vacation! I'm doing it up in true Amanda style by being sick and complaining! I'm still not completely recovered yet and haven't eaten anything that isn't strictly a bread-style product since Thursday. And I've lost five pounds! No lie. FIVE! Shane, you know what that means - ONE POUND TO GO!(Until I gain it all back.)

I was supposed to get all sorts of stuff done this weekend. Friday night, I was supposed to go out to dinner with Todd and then go see Alan in STAR TREK: THE KLINGTASTIC MUSICAL, but instead I was in bed by 8. (Oh yeah, did I mention that Jane was sent home from daycare on Friday with a fever? Yeah.) Saturday I was supposed to go out and buy Jane an outfit for her big one-year photo session on Tuesday, and buy birthday presents for Heather's kids who were having a party on Sunday, and a bunch of other stuff...but I didn't do any of that. I will be polite and not tell you what I did do. Yesterday I managed to leave the house to go to Target and buy the birthday presents, and I did haul myself over to the party for a while before going to rehearsal (yes, I am STUPID, but the show is in less than two weeks, people!). But it was a pretty craptacular weekend overall.

And now it's Monday. Today I did go to the mall and get Jane a dress for tomorrow's big shoot (it is AMAZING how hard it is to find a cute, simple white dress this time of year. If I were looking for her winter clothes now, I'd be all set. But summer is SO OVAH, according to every baby clothing store in the region.) Tonight I have rehearsal. I have rehearsal every night this week, as well as next week. In two weeks, the whole show will be a distant memory. It is frightening how much has to be done between now and then. Can't believe how fast this summer is flying by.

Or maybe it just seems to be flying by because I'm in a cold medicine/stomach bug/sleep-deprived haze all the time.

I pray that any further vacation updates are far more, well, vacation-y than this one.

PS Thanks for Lisa for pulling me out of my pity party with that awesome new banner!

I think I heard something about this somewhere

Just go, dammit.

her other mom

Jane's home away from home is the Chickadee room at her daycare. This room is split in half; one side is for babies 6 weeks to 1 year, the other side is for babies and toddlers ages 1 to 2 years. As you know, Jane started daycare when she was 13 weeks old, and just recently moved over to the more grown-up side of the Chickadee room, where I can only imagine they debate politics and the economy all day.

A woman, who I will call ML, is the head teacher of this room. She is probably in her late 40s, and has been working in the daycare biz for a long time. In fact, she and her second in command, who I will call A, have been working together for eight years. A is younger, in her mid-20s. Anyway, ML has been a really great resource to us in this stumbling, bumbling first year of parenthood, and while she surely says this to all of the parents, she claims to us that Jane is her favorite. And I eat it right up. ML has been Jane's main influence, aside from me and Greg, in her 11.5 months of life.

And now she's leaving. As I was dropping Jane off this morning, ML let me know that her last week is next week. And as much as I complain about daycare, having to bring Jane there, how much I wish I was a millionaire so I could stay home all day with her, how she's sick all the time, the hassle, the bills - I got all choked up. My eyes filled with tears and I got a big lump in my throat the second she told me the news. I could tell she was very upset too - she is leaving to take care of some family issues, and she told me how much she was going to miss Jane.

Jane loves ML. Every time I drop her off, she gets a big grin on her face as soon as she sees ML. This morning she was practically lurching out of my arms to go to ML. And sure, she's not old enough to ponder what happened to the nice lady who took care of her every day, but her daily reaction to ML makes me so grateful that ML has so obviously done such a wonderful job taking care of my daughter.

Don't get me wrong, I am happy with all of the primary teachers in Jane's room, and the rumor is that A will take over ML's position, which makes me happy for her. But I guess today I realized how much I depend on knowing that Jane is with people who genuinely care about her well-being. And ML is most definitely one of those people.

things and stuff

You know what annoys me so much? When people don't update their blogs. And when they do, all they do is post a picture or some random You Tube video and then you don't hear from them again for another week. What the hell? Why have a blog in the first place?

Oh. Yeah.

Well, anyway, I'm back! What has happened in the last week? Well, Jane and I are still bogged down with colds, but whatever, that's how we roll these days. Maybe I should rename us, so instead of being Jane And Amanda we can be Snots And Boogers or Phlegm and Nastiness. Those could be our street names or something. Pretty gangsta, if you ask me.

Despite that, we've been busy over here. This past weekend we spent our first night down at the boat. So, um, that was interesting. It involved a lot of crying and not sleeping and general crankiness, and I'm not even talking about Jane. Well, yeah I am, but none of us got much sleep, because as it turns out, the Between the Bridges Marina peeps know how to PARTAY on a Friday night and make a lot of noise until about 2 a.m. These crazy kids and their wacky, loud music.

On Saturday I drove my dirty, tired ass home from the boat to get ready for Beth's wedding and drive right back down Route 9 to Chester. It was a very pretty lovely sparkly love-a-riffic ceremony, and I was so happy to be there. Unfortunately, Lisa couldn't join us for the festivities because she's been struck with the Cold That Would Never Die, but she was there in spirit.

Since then, we've been working on getting things ready for our big Fourth of July fiesta of fun on Friday (oooh, how 'bout all of that alliteration?). I hate cleaning but this gives me a good reason to really scrub, and not half-ass it as usual. Why, just this evening I told Greg I wouldn't die of humiliation if someone walked into our house right now! But then, of course, the dogs dragged their mulch-covered selves in and dirtied things up again.

I've also been working on the big All Shook Up show, coming to a theater near you July 25 and 26! My co-director is off to Ireland for 12 days, so hopefully I won't mangle the show too badly in her absence.

That's all here! Thanks for tuning in for another installment of "This Is My [Boring] Life."

And because Shane said he refuses to see [title of show], here is another installment of the [title of show] show, featuring the very deelicious Cheyenne Jackson!

it's not you, it's me

I've been waiting to be in a good mood to write a nice, cheery blog entry. But dudes, it's, at this point, fifteenth verse, same as the first - Jane has a cold, and now I have it too. I'm so stuffed up right now, and completely miserable, and it triple sucks because it's summer! The time of year everyone told me would be soooo much better, and Jane wouldn't be sick, and blah blah blahhhh....bullshit. I'm running on minus-empty right now.

Anyway, what else is going on? Well, aside from the fact that I've obviously figured out how to post YouTube videos on this here blog, things have been pretty busy over here. We're about halfway through rehearsals for All Shook Up, which is July 25 and 26 - only a month away. Craziness. Jane's 11 monthiversary was yesterday - she's now a crawling maniac and has been pulling herself halfway up, as well as crawling in this weird, ass-in-the-air kind of way that makes me think she's starting to contemplate walking. Or, at the very least, she knows it's an option. We've been planning our Fourth of July party, as well as Jane's FIRST BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA (I'm trying to make that sound a lot more exciting than it's going to be). And by "planning" I mean obsessing about all of the house and yard work I have to do when I have some energy to get off the couch.

So that's about it. F-ing completely lame, I know. I'm sorry! I will leave you with this highly entertaining episode of the [title of show] show. Hey! Have I mentioned that it's opening on Broadway on July 17 (previews start on July 5)? Anyway, this episode has loads of Broadway cameos, and I strongly suggest that you watch through the credits, because the very end is the most hilarious part.

TOS Countdown

this ought to clear things up

So, I seem to have caused some confusion with my last post. But now it's going to get even more confusinger. You know how I love and claim [title of show] and Beth loves and claims In the Heights and Lin-Manuel Miranda, but how I love and now want to claim ITH and LMM (and how I know Beth will love and want to claim [tos] when she goes to see it, as you all will too)? Well, I think this video shows that [tos] loves INH, and since they are both Broadway shows, maybe they win? We may have been trumped. Nevertheless, it's extremely entertaining.

Tonys

So life has been nuts, but I wanted to let you guys know that along with forcing you all to go see [title of show] this summer (OPENING NEXT MONTH), I am now a big, gooey fan of In the Heights, which awesomely won a bunch of Tony Awards this past weekend, including the Best Musical Tony Award. My friend Beth saw this show last year Off-Broadway and was all like, "yeah, yeah, yeah, I love In the Heights" and I'm all like, "yeah, that's great, I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm sure it's good, but I love [title of show] and I own [title of show], so you can have your In the Heights." So despite the fact that I, of course, still love [tos] and can't wait to see it again, I'm jealous that Beth owns In the Heights, and more specifically, its creator and star, Lin-Manuel Miranda, because I kinda want him to be my Broadway boyfriend now. (Sorry Adam Pascal, you had a long run.) But, just like I claimed Mark Ruffalo (who is my Hollywood boyfriend, not my Broadway boyfriend) and [tos], she claimed Lin-Manuel Miranda and In the Heights, so all I can do is post this appearance from the Tonys and hope that if Beth and Lin break up some day, I'll have a shot.

And now, the answers to Alan's Big Birthday Quiz!!!

1) Despite a thorough dislike for the Barenaked Ladies, Alan is Canadian, and, because Jane is 1/someteenth percent French-Canadian, he is her Canadianfather. This is true. Alan is quite proud of his Canadianism, what with his spelling of words like "honour" and "colour" and saying "eh" a lot. Well, that last part isn't true, but I wish it was. And because of the fact that I don't know what French-Canadian really means, he has agreed to guide Jane in the world of all wonderful Canadian things. Which, I personally believe, includes the Barenaked Ladies.

2) Alan is well and truly obsessed with musicals, and, in particular, the musical RENT. Alan despises most musicals, and one that is close to the top of the list is RENT, despite the fact that HE'S NEVER SEEN IT. Does this seem strange to anyone else? He just thinks he won't like it. He only likes a limited few musicals, including Avenue Q, and soon, [title of show].

3) Alan has an unhealthy obsession - nay, hatred - for squirrels. Yeah, this is true, and it's a little weird. He plots against these fluffy intruders in his backyard. A recent post in his blog documents a squirrel doing some sort of ab crunches in his yard. See? Weird.

4) Alan loves birds, and would sit in his backyard and observe them all day if he could. Again, true, and again, weird. But I guess we all have to have hobbies.

5) Alan wears a lab coat to work every day. This is true, and I think it's so cool. Alan is a scientist, and he concocts potions all day. Actually, the potion part may or may not be true, but I like to believe it's true, and he's kind enough to let me believe it.

6) Alan is a huge reality television fan, and would just DIE if he missed Survivor every week. This is not true. Are you starting to wonder how we are even friends? Todd, of ToddandAlan, does watch a lot of reality TV however, so thankfully I have someone to talk to about Survivor, Amazing Race, Biggest Loser, etc, when we all go out.

7) Alan goes to church every Sunday, no ifs, ands or buts about it. This is hilariously not true. In fact, I'm honored - wait - HONOURED - that Alan came to my wedding ceremony in a Catholic church!

8) Alan co-starred with me in one of my all-time favorite theatrical experiences, SCT's production of Love Letters. He is also starring in STAR TREK: THE KLINGTASTIC MUSICAL (aka The Twilight Zone) at Hole in the Wall Theater this summer. All true. Love Letters was such an awesome experience, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. And I can't wait to see Alan in his Spock ears in STTKM (aka TTZ).

9) Alan is my number-one e-mail buddy, and when he goes on vacation (which he and his main squeeze, Todd, do unusually often) I make him send me a postcard because I'm so blue when he's gone. This is true. Alan hears all about the exciting details of my day, including what I had for lunch, what I'm doing that night, what sickness Jane now has. He is a lucky, lucky man. And I do insist upon a postcard, just so I can be even more jealous of all of their vacations. Of course, it should be noted that about 80% of my postcards come from Canada.

10) Alan sometimes wishes he was a little girl, just so he could sing "Tomorrow" in Annie. True. OK, False, but it would be a lot funnier if it were true. Someday when you're at my house, remind me to show you the Annie squirrel that ToddandAlan gave me for my birthday one year.

11) Alan turns the big 4-0 tomorrow! HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY, ALAN!!!!!! True, and despite the fact that he doesn't really care much about birthdays, I do, and I couldn't let this one go by without a little extra recognition! I hope you have a great day!!

An (early) birthday quiz for Alan's big day!

OK, before we get started, I kept the previous blog post, because it is Jane's official first post. I was typing, she came over and started whacking on the keyboard and somehow managed to publish that post.

Anyway, tomorrow is ALAN'S BIG BIRTHDAY! And to celebrate, here is a little True or False quiz about him. Answers to be revealed tomorrow:

1) Despite a thorough dislike for the Barenaked Ladies, Alan is Canadian, and, because Jane is 1/someteenth percent French-Canadian, he is her Canadianfather.

2) Alan is well and truly obsessed with musicals, and in particular, the musical RENT.

3) Alan has an unhealthy obsession - nay, hatred - for squirrels.

4) Alan loves birds, and would sit in his backyard and observe them all day if he could.

5) Alan wears a lab coat to work every day.

6) Alan is a huge reality television fan, and would just DIE if he missed Survivor every week.

7) Alan goes to church every Sunday, no ifs, ands or buts about it.

8) Alan co-starred with me in one of my all-time favorite theatrical experiences, SCT's production of Love Letters. He is also starring in STAR TREK: THE KLINGTASTIC MUSICAL (aka The Twilight Zone) at Hole in the Wall Theater this summer.

9) Alan is my number-one e-mail buddy, and when he goes on vacation (which he and his main squeeze, Todd, do unusually often) I make him send me a postcard because I'm so blue when he's gone.

10) Alan sometimes wishes he was a little girl, just so he could sing "Tomorrow" in Annie.

11) Alan turns the big 4-0 tomorrow!


HAPPY (early) BIRTHDAY, ALAN!!!!!!

A birthday q6+

mindless fun on a hot summer day

Create your own family sticker graphic at pYzam.com

Jane's first hair cut: before and after

I'm sorry this blog is such a drag, but....

(below is from an email I sent this morning)


Worst night ever last night. Tripped over Jimmy on the way through the front door (I seriously didn't see him, he just got right under my feet), fell w/Jane in car seat, she hit ground hard, seemed OK, called doc, they said to keep an eye on her, she wigged out about an hour later, got ridiculously fussy and weird-acting, called doc again, he sent us to CT Children's Medical Center, after a couple hours there they determined she seemed fine from the fall but did have an ear infection, she threw up all meds they tried to give her, they had to give her butt tylenol (don't ask), we went to 24 hour CVS, WORST PLACE EVER, I swear to God I'm writing a letter about how horrible they were, finally got her home around 9, put her antibiotic in her bottle, she actually took it, and went to bed. Finally sat down at about 10. Not exactly the kickoff to the weekend I wanted. Her mood was pretty good this morning. Suffice to say, no boat today and hopefully we'll be able to get down there tomorrow - but I refuse to make any plans anymore. And the guilt of the whole thing is a magnificent cherry on top of my crap sundae.

losing faith

This disgusts me.

I have worked in Hartford for eight years, and have often laughed at people who think it's a dangerous city.

But apparently looking both ways when you cross the road isn't enough anymore. Oh, and caring about someone who was sent flying through the air after being smashed by a car is passe as well.

I often used the words "enraged" and "outraged" semi-sarcastically, but this time it's for real. WTF, people? Where has the common decency gone?

my friends are cool

I highly recommend that everyone have a friend like Lisa. There's nothing else like checking in on your own blog and being surprised by a new, awesome banner. It rocks.

change of plans

Yesterday was May 30 - opening day for the Sex and the City movie that I have been drooling over for a year. Although I have only been to one (1) movie since Jane was born - the U23D movie - I was sure that I would be there for SATC the first day it opened, cosmo in hand, girl posse in tow.

Instead, I found myself at my friend Ken's wake last night. This was my former co-worker at The Record Journal, a mid-sized daily newspaper I used to write for after I got out of college. I did an internship there for Ken during my final semester, and after subsequently graduating and writing freelance stories and obits for a few months, I got a full-time reporter's gig covering arts and entertainment. And, yes, it was just about as awesome as you can imagine - free concerts, meals at restaurants, all the CDs you could imagine, tickets to shows, you name it - I covered it.

I sat right next to Ken for most of my time there. And when I say "next to," I mean "right next to." Newsrooms are not like the spacious ones you see on TV or in movies, at least not where I worked. It was just clusters of desks shoved together and a constant hum of phones ringing, interviews happening, scanners buzzing, and people talking.

Ken was one of several bosses I had during my time there, and he really was a phenomenal editor. His knowledge of the area we covered was unmatched. He grew up there, and knew everyone and everything about what we observed and recorded every day. I could go on and on, but truly, the thing I'll remember most about Ken is that he was freaking hilarious. He was one of the most sarcastic people I have ever known - a sarcasm mentor, if you will - and we laughed all. the. time. Sure, many times it was at my own expense, but I was constantly getting into trouble back then, and Ken had commentary for it all.

We had about a million inside jokes, many of which were ran through my head over the past several days. And over and over again this week, I found myself shaking my head. I couldn't believe he was gone. And I figured last night at the wake it would all sink in. But I still can't believe it. I really can't.

I know it must seem strange to be mourning someone who I haven't worked with for almost eight years. I did stay in contact with Ken, and most recently saw him about a year ago, he making fun of my ginormous pregnancy belly, and I ranking on him for wearing a tie to work (Ken was not known for his fancy attire) and his new office (with a door!), because he had just received a promotion.

But Ken was the reason I ever became a journalist. He was the reason I ever got paid to write. He taught me so much - a sentiment that was echoed by so many people at the service last night, whether by rookie reporters or the many hockey players that he coached that were in attendance. And by people like me - people who left the business nearly a decade ago but left a bit of herself in that newsroom.

I left the newspaper in late 2000 not because I didn't love it - because I did - and not because I wasn't good at it - because I was. I left because 10 months earlier my father had passed away, and I realized that I couldn't live a 24/7 newspaper life that was required of you if you were a reporter. It was very difficult to make plans, because you didn't know if you would be covering a story. I missed many birthday parties and holidays at the expense of a story. After my father died I knew I didn't want to miss out on another second of my life, so I made the jump. I sold out, as one not-so-close former co-worker put it.

Whenever I visited the newsroom after I left, Ken and I always fell right back into our jokey banter, as if I'd never left. But now he's really gone - and I still think I'll be shaking my head for a long, long time.

sad

I just found out that one of my editors and good friends at my old job in newspaperland died unexpectedly today. I am in real shock over this, because first of all, he was only 49, and second of all, it's totally fucked up, in the sense that whenever you hear about someone you really like dying it's totally fucked up. He was a good editor, a big factor in me becoming a writer who actually got paid for it, a hilarious and extremely sarcastic person, and a fine friend whose desk was squished up against mine for the better part of four years.

Say hi to Betty for me, Ken.

bitch and moan, moan and bitch

Well, this hasn't been my week, for various reasons, some of which I won't get into here, but if you've been on the receiving end of my bitching and moaning, thanks for lending an ear, and listening to me come up with creative new ways to swear and hate on life. And, I'm sure that I don't even have to write the part of this post where I report that Jane went back to daycare this week after our vacation, and wound up with a cold by Wednesday, which has only intensified over the past couple of days, and got me yesterday, rendering me completely energyless (yeah, it's a word. now.) today.

But.

I'm sick of complaining (yeah, you read that right) so let's focus on the good things right now. The weather! Ah, the weather. Finally. We've been waiting for you, lovely summertime temps and rain-free skies. The fact that it's a three day weekend is a great thing too, especially since it's relatively obligation free, until Monday. Which is when I start auditions for the show I'm co-directing this summer. Save the date - All Shook Up will rock the hizzouse at the SHS Fine Arts Center on July 25 and 26. And Alan, although I know you hate musicals, I am coming to see you in STAR TREK - THE KLINGTASTIC MUSICAL, so you have to come see my show. Oh, and speaking of shows, I went to see a pretty good one last night, Saved at Playwrights Horizons off-Broadway. And get this - Neil Patrick Harris was in the audience! And he looks dang good! Oh, and today is Jane's ten monthiversary! And to think, she's only been sick for seven of those ten months!

So I suppose that's about it for now. Pretty optimistic and cheery, coming from someone who got less than three hours of sleep last night and can't really breathe that well, huh?

read this book now.

You guys know how busy I am these days. And as much as I love to read, it took me three nights last week to finish the article about John McCain in New York magazine (perhaps it was the subject matter? I digress..) So when I tell you that I read a book (a real book, not Snuggle Puppy or Clifford's Peekaboo) in 24 hours this weekend, please take a moment to be duly impressed. The book in question was Schuyler's Monster.

I first came across the writing of Robert Rummel-Hudson in Wonder Time magazine, which is a fairly cool parenting magazine that I read every now and then. There was an excerpt of his book, Schuyler's Monster, in the issue, pegged as a story about how parenting can affect marriage. I quickly realized that while this excerpt did talk about issues that Robert and his wife Julie had in their marriage, it wasn't the typical new parents scared shitless issues. It focused on the problems they had after their daughter Schuyler (pronounced Skyler) was diagnosed with an extremely rare neurological disorder, bilateral perisylvian polymicrogyria, which is caused by a malformation of the brain.

Well, you know me. The moment I find out there might be a sad story in my entertainment, especially health related, I put down the magazine or book, turn off the TV, return the movie. I like my entertainment light with a side of frothy. However, there was something very intriguing about his story, and when I found his blog, Fighting Monsters with Rubber Swords, I was instantly hooked on the stories of the punky, adorable Schuyler and her Monster (which is what Robert calls her disorder).

I don't mean to candy coat it. In his blog and his book, Schulyer's Monster, Robert details the horrifying journey that began when his 18-month-old daughter's pediatrician asked him and his wife if Schuyler had begun speaking yet, and ended with the ultimate diagnosis of bilateral perisylvian polymicrogyria, which affects a large portion of Schuyler's brain. Thie malformation primarily presents itself by robbing Schuyler of the ability to speak.

The story will break your heart in about a million different ways. Robert's love for his daughter is palpable - which is what makes her diagnosis that much more painful. It is brutally honest - the aforementioned marriage problems are explored, the deep, dark fears he has for her future are mentioned often, and his conflicting feelings about God are woven throughout, never to be completely resolved.

But there is humor, lots of it, and a wealth of love and devotion for a child who he refers to as a "little rock star." And by the end, you will feel the same way about this engaging little girl. I swear, you'll want her autograph. More than that, you'll want to her hear speak with her Big Box Of Words.

Oh yes, Schuyler finds her voice, just not in the typical way. But she's definitely not a typical girl.

I know I sound ridiculously gushy, but as a parent, this book hit me hard. Because whether your child is diagnosed with something you've never heard of, or has a learning disorder, or is the most popular, straight-A kid in school, you're going to worry yourself sick. This is something I've learned over the past 10 months. Parenthood is great is all kinds of ways, but the primary feeling you have is worry. I felt for Robert and Julie as parents - and I will root for this little family every day, because, in short, they rock. And you'll root for them too.

Go read Schuyler's Monster. NOW.

wish you were here!

So here I am on my fabulous vacation....at home. And really, I wouldn't have it any other way. I've had a very enjoyable week so far. It's amazing how much more low-key I feel when I'm not rushing, rushing, rushing all the time. Jane has taken on some sort of weird sleeping schedule where she now naps at about 8:30 a.m. (very early), and the other night didn't go to sleep until 9 (very late). Last night she woke up crying every hour on the hour. Who knows what's up with that crazy lady. She's really on the verge of crawling, so maybe that's messing with her mind.

On Sunday, I celebrated my first Mother's Day by going to my mom's (makes sense, no?). In the afternoon, Greg, Jane, Jimmy, Junior and I took a walk down in West Hartford Center. As it turns out, Mother's Day is the busiest day ever down there, or at least as busy as I've ever seen it. Junior chose that day to be a real pain in the ass, which doesn't always work out when people want to pet him all the time. The whole thing was pretty exhausting, and I have to say that these dogs are lucky we feel guilty all the time, because they would never take as many road trips as they do now, if we treated them like dogs instead of like humans.

The past couple of days I've seen some friends, which has been great, I went to the library, because I'm a nerd, I've spent too much money, I contemplated buying a dress for a wedding I have to go to on Sunday, because the only one I have that fits right is black - is it OK to wear black to a Sunday wedding in May? Probably not, huh? But I don't want to buy a whole new dress that I will only wear once this year. Pathetically, I have only one event on the calendar this year that requires a dress. I'm a fancy pants, don't ya know.

I also am looking ahead to the next few weeks with a little trepidation. I won't be home three nights next week (two due to work and one due to social) and the next week I have three nights of auditions for All Shook Up and the the first read-through. I can't believe that rehearsals are almost here. Life is about to get super-crazed, so I'm so glad that I took this time off while I could.

It really has been great to spend all this time with Jane. If you told me two years ago that an ideal vacation for me would be to hang around a baby all day, I would have rolled my eyes. But It's been so nice to be in control of her day and get to spend the good part of the day with her, not just the busy mornings and nights. Well, perhaps it's not an ideal vacation - if we were doing all of this in San Diego, well, then it would be ideal.

like mother, like daughter

At around 6 p.m. every night, you can count on Jane to get a bit cranky. I have found one trick that ALWAYS makes her happy. I log on to the Sex and the City movie site, load up the trailer, and play it a whole bunch of times. Maybe it's a little unorthodox, and I'm sure I'm frying her tender little brain cells in front of the computer, but it puts a smile on her face EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

Me too! Can't wait for May 30!

mother's day

Well, it's my first official Mother's Day. And instead of a big smarmy post about how great I think it is to be a mom - how all of the hard work, no sleep, insane amounts of worry, and persistant pounds that refuse to go away is completely and totally 100% worth it - I will tell you that, man, I feel old! I know at the ripe old age of 34 I'm hardly "babies having babies" over here, but for some reason, Mother's Day seems like something old people should be celebrating. Anyway, it's still cool, because as you all know, I love s*** like this, and I love getting little presents and cards, and so I'm pretty psyched. I'm heading off to my mom's in a little bit, but I wanted to say Happy Mother's Day to all of you moms out there, whether you are mom to a kid, or a cat, or a dog, or a fish, or a friend, or whathaveyou. You rock!

PS Shane, go visit your mom (there is your second shout out - are you happy?).

infestation

This whole entirely fucked up nasty event happened on Tuesday night that involved literally hundreds of mosquitoes. Shane asked if I was going to write about it on the blog; I said that it was way too long a story to type, plus it works better if I act it out for you live. Instead, I present you with this haiku:

The mosquitoes came.
They invaded my whole house.
Now they are gone. Phew.

The end.

hey! look up there!

Did you notice my super cool and cute new banner (with just a dash of snarkiness)?? I'm sure you can already guess who created it for me. What? You thought it was me? My, my, my, you know nothing about my design skillz then. Instead, I give you the one and only Lisa, the artist of all trades. Now, pop over to her site and buy something, dammit. Mother's Day is just around the corner.

You truly brightened my day with this one, Artsy Fartsy.

fun like a hole in the head

One of the blogs I pop over to every now and again, Brooklyn Girl, made a statement in a recent post that mirrors exactly how I feel these days. She said:

I want to have fun. I want to be fun. I just don't remember how.

If you've been on the receiving end of any sort of communication from me in the past six days, whether it be this blog, an email, a phone call or, God bless you, an actual face-to-face conversation, you know the drill: Jane is sick. I am sick. Greg is sick. Rinse. Lather. Repeat. This time it was a stomach bug. She and I are still shaking off the last bits of it; luckily, Greg managed to escape this one (knock wood) with only some mild nausea. Last week was supposed to be a regrouping week for me at work, in between two super-busy weeks, and instead, I only got a couple of days in before the rest was eaten up by sick days. Now I'm in the weeds more than ever.

Sending Jane off to daycare today was hard. I knew she wasn't exactly 100% - her mood was great, but I knew her stomach still was a little touchy, so I told the teachers to feed her gently, don't let her bounce around too much after eating, no weird foods, just bananas and rice cereal. They are great, and when I picked her up at the end of the day, she had had a pretty good day, despite the fact that she got less than an hour nap the whole time (this should be illegal). But I know another sickness is right around the corner.

The first year of daycare is the roughest, everyone tells me. It's always like this. It helps build their immune systems. Pardon me for not being thrilled that she has had a runny nose for a good half of her life. And, please, after the hand/foot/mouth drama and this latest stomach monster, a runny nose is practically welcomed with a ticker tape parade. I scoff at you, runny nose.

I, as you can see, am a little bit of a mess. I know exactly how Brooklyn Girl feels. Every day the past week I've felt like I have barely kept it together, at the very brink of losing it at any moment, never mind actually having or being any fun. I feel sad. I feel angry. I feel sick. I feel like a nag. I feel like I'm spending too much money on Infant's Tylenol. I'm tired of being sicked upon. I. Just. Want. Jane. To. Be. Healthy. Is that too much to ask?

I know there are people with real problems. No one has to tell me this. I know I am lucky. No one has to tell me this either. I remind myself all the time. But I do, from time to time, permit myself a big ol' "WHY ME?" Why does it seem like we can't get one nice sunny weekend, where no one is sick, nothing is broken, everyone is happy, and everyone can actually recharge?

I want to have fun. I want to be fun. I just don't remember how.

gross ick nasty ugh

Look, I know this is horrible in absolutely every way, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit to thinking it a wee bit funny. Particularly because I spent the better part of the morning with my head in the toilet, because I caught Jane's stomach bug overnight. For those of you counting, I have now taken 2 1/2 days off of work this week due to daycare-related illness, both on the parts of me and Jane. She's happy as a loon right now, while I'm at the point where I truly and honestly can't even lift her up, I'm so weak. Thank God Greg is working from home today, or I would have had to call my mommy.

the weather. we are under it.

So, everyone in Casa Me, My Dogs, My Life is sickity sick sick sick. I got the call around noon that Jane had a stomach bug (I will refrain from the details) and both Greg and I have a cold. We are all still recovering. Poor Jane! I hate seeing her sick and I want her to be better, stat. For those of you keeping track, this is the fifth illness in a month and a half. I could go on and on for paragraphs about all the reasons why I am miserable and so sick (literally and figuratively) of daycare, etc, etc, on and on, et al, to infinity and beyond. But instead, I will tell you the one reason I am glad I'm home sick today:

The cast of Sex and the City is on Oprah today! Hells to the yeah! I'm psyched.

I am also posting this pic of Jane that Lisa posted on her blog the other day - she took it at a party we were all at on Friday night, in ye olden days of healthiness. This is one of my favorite pics of Jane yet!

what have you done for me, lately?

Dear Blog,

Hey! Remember me? It's me - Jimmy! Yeah, the old lady keeps forgetting to talk about me on the blog now, because of that little drooly thing she's always lugging around. What is WITH that thing, anyway? It cries and poops and makes a mess, and she still won't get rid of it. Wait a minute - now that I think about it, it does sound a little bit like me.

Anyway, the old lady calls this blog "Me, my dogs, my life" but me and my bro are never featured anymore, which is obviously wicked lame. We've been pretty busy, after all. We've been going down to my new boat with the old guy, who tries to fix things on it and spends a lot of time screaming and yelling at boat parts. But Junior and I have a lot of fun. I'm glad they finally bought a boat for me, because I have my sea legs and I wanna use them!

I've been spending a lot of my time barking at the neighbors and birds and squirrels and stuff. Now that it's light out early in the morning, I can kick things off before 6 a.m., but for some reason, I'm always getting yelled at for it. Well, who's going to tell them about the rabbits in the backyard, if I don't? Yeesh.

I've also been enjoying the new toys that the drooly thing has. There are lots of nice, brand new stuffed animals and plastic things that I've enjoyed ripping apart. Hey, she's not using them - why can't I? The drool-factory has also been eating some delicious new foods, and whenever I can, I have a taste too.

So that's about it here. They've been ignoring me, so if anyone wants to invite me over or take me on a field trip this summer, I'm game, and my bro is too. This place has gotten way lame.

Peace,

Jimmy

homework

Isn't it ironic that I busted everyone's butts about not blogging, and then I've been MIA for a week? Blame it on the work, my friends. Blame it on the work.

I am emerging from the chaos with a long list of homework for the weekend. I am very backed up on my assignments, and here is what has to be done:

• Read the past two weeks' worth of New York magazine
• Read the mast two months' worth of In Style magazine
• Read last month's Oprah magazine (shut up, my mom gives it to me)
• Read last month's Parenting magazine (yeah, I need a manual)
• Speaking of which, read the "the tenth month" chapter in What to Expect the First Year
• Finish reading Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner
• Start my book club book, Nineteen Minutes
• Attend to my DVR backup, which includes:
• Two episodes of "Top Chef"
• Nine episodes of "Sex and the City"
• Three episodes of "The Colbert Report"
• Two episodes of "The Daily Show"
• One episode of "America's Next Top Model"
• One episode of "Work Out"
• One episode of "The Bachelor: London Calling" (shut up)
• One episode of "The Hills" (I'm not apologizing)
• One showing of "John Oliver: Terrifying Times"
• One episode of "Desperate Housewives"

I'm very far behind, as you can see. I would hardly win the pop culture Olympics at this point. I don't even think I'd place.

Why do I feel like I've totally outed myself as a complete tool in this post? Oh, like you didn't know that already.

the street where I live

I grew up on a kid-packed street. My best friends now are the ones I grew up with in small-town Connecticut. I cannot stress enough how awesome it is that, at age 34, I've known most of my closest peeps for almost 27 years. They have been through every stage of life with me (for better or for worse - this also means they have a lot of photographic evidence of me in the 80s). I had a truly ideal situation growing up. I'd often leave my house in the morning, not to return for the rest of the day, because, hey! We had forts to build, clubs to form, bikes to ride, hikes to take.

So, I have been pretty dismayed at the fact that our neighborhood seemingly is comprised of 99.9% old people, my next door neighbors who have a 2 year old and a 4(ish) year old, and us. I really do like the next door neighbors and hope that they and Jane become fast friends, but I was hoping for more potential friends for her (and me!) in da 'hood. Lots of my friends have kids, and Jane will hang with them, of course, but I really wanted some kids close by, too. I know, I know, I'm greedy.

You can imagine my delight this evening, then, while taking Jane on a stroll in this fabulous weather, when I ran into a woman who lives down the street and around the corner with a NINE MONTH OLD BABY BOY!! YEAH!!! And, I have to say, I think she may have been equally psyched to see me. I am really happy about this new development, and we already said that we will have to get together soon.

Why do I feel like I'm in junior high all over again?

succinct

Jane = sick. Third sickness in a week and a half.

Work = all-encompassing. Hectic. Treading water.

Amanda = : (

unplugged

I was going to write a really interesting, comical, scintillating blog post about my fascinating life* - but then I realized that I haven't really heard from you. Or you. You either. You've been better than the rest of us, so you get a free pass from this shout out.

So while you are composing blog-worthy updates on your lives, I'm taking a break from the computer this weekend. I think I'm getting a case of ADD, because I'm constantly multi-tasking in the evenings and often that means the computer is in my lap, a book or magazine is to my side, and the TV is on. I'm finding that while trying to focus on everything, I'm focusing on nothing. So the computer will stay off.**

Talk to you Monday!

*Not really.
**Except to check work email. Because I have to worry about something going on on Sunday. Well I don't have to worry, but I will.

awesomeness

Way back in ye olden 1990s, I was a huge ginormous fan of alt-rock-whatever music. I went to zillions of concerts, spent most of my money on CDs, and nearly died and went to heaven when Radio 104 hit the airwaves. And my most favorite of all of the bands of the day was Letters to Cleo.

So imagine my joy - JOY - when I happened upon this website.

My girl crush of the 90s has herself a fancy new website, with a blog even! Blissful happiness over here, people.

525,600 people all lovin' our show

So as previously reported, my number one favorite musical of all time, RENT, is closing on Broadway. It was set to close on June 1, so I went and bought tix for the matinee performance, which would be the 19th time I've seen the show.

And then.

They changed the closing date to September 7! I knew something like this was going to happen. But what to do? I can exchange my tix for a show during closing week in September, but I believe I'm supposed to be in Cape Cod for the bulk of that week, so I will probably just end up going on the now anti-climactic date of June 1. As much as I heart this show, and as much as I'm happy they are squeezing three more months out of it, I admit to being annoyed as well.

BUT THEN.

The most excellent of theater news arrived today, via an email from Alan. I was just about to pop over to playbill.com like the huge theater nerd that I am when I received an email from Alan telling me that my second favorite show of all time, [title of show], was going to Broadway in July! YEAH! I was seriously screaming, people. You'd think I was an investor. I saw the show off-Broadway in September 2006 (pop back to that month in my archives if you want to read about how awesome I thought it was then) right before it closed, begged every theater person I know to go see it in its last weeks, and nobody listened to me. I have now threatened everyone I know that if they don't go see it this time, I'm breaking up with them.

If you have free time, PLEASE visit the [tos] blog on their website. It's hilarious. And join me on April 21 in buying tickets for the show. Or at least tell 9 people (this would make sense if you SEE THE SHOW).

And, in conclusion, SEE [title of show] ASAP.

the hits. they keep coming.

So, Jane's got herself a case of Coxsackie virus. Funny name, not so funny virus - it's also known as the hand, foot and mouth virus, because one of the symptoms is blisters in the general area of the hands, foot, and inside the mouth. Jane has been miserable for a couple of days, but I attributed it to teething, because she's getting her first two teeth in. However, daycare called yesterday to let me know they think she has this virus, which is making its way through the daycare. It certainly made sense, since she's been throwing up and refusing the bottle and completely miserable, and I had noticed some spots on her stomach, which are now all over her legs and arms, and indeed inside her mouth, as confirmed by her doc yesterday. There isn't anything you can do for this - the doc suggested a cocktail of children's Tylenol, Mylanta and Benadryl to help soothe the throat and mouth - but after running around to three pharmacies, talking to two pharmacists and calling the doctor twice, it turns out they don't make children's Mylanta anymore. So we're giving her the other two things, just in case it helps. Poor little baby. I feel so bad! Although her spots are more numerous today, her mood seems fair (knock wood!). The doctor said she would be able to go back to daycare tomorrow, if she seems better. We shall see. In the meantime, you know how busy I am at work? Yeah, it's hard to get stuff done when you're stuck home. Ah well - priority one is that Jane is OK.

do you hate me?

Dear Internets,

Do you hate me? I'm sorry I've been MIA. I thought about blogging a couple of nights this week, but I realized all I would do would be bitching and moaning as usual. What makes tonight different? Well, it's Friday! So the bitching and moaning comes with the relief that I have survived another work week.

Easter went well, thanks for asking! We had a load of people here and they all seemed to enjoy themselves. Jane picked that day to start her separation anxiety routine that apparently kicks in at this age. Yes, although there were plenty of people here who hadn't seen her in a long time and wanted to hold her and play with her, she only wanted to be with mommy. Mommy had lots of stuff to do, so she was hoping that Jane embrace her role as the pre-dinner entertainment, but it was not to be. Despite her crankiness, she sure looked cute and received a seemingly limitless number of stuffed bunnies and cute outfits. It was practically like Christmas all over again, with all of the gifts.

Work. Sigh. Busy times a million.

Jane's first tooth finally started poking out this week! Thank God for it too, because the fanfare - crying, drooling, general misery - has abounded over the past few weeks.

I'm going to see two shows this weekend! Tomorrow night I'm going to see Fatal Attraction: A Greek Tragedy at Hole in the Wall with Todd and Alan, who, I believe, plan on gloating about the fabulousness of their recent Tucson trip. Then Sunday night I'm going to see Twelve Angry Men at The Bushnell. These are the first two shows I'm seeing since before Jane was born. Can you believe that madness? And I call myself a theater person.

So, um, that's all here. Happy weekend!

Love,
Amanda

PS I've included some pictures that will hopefully go a long way in terms of earning your forgiveness for my blogging negligence.

stating the obvious

San Diego kicks Connecticut's ass.

Well, duh.

another thing that J Lo and I don't have in common

I am laughing my ass off over here, looking at these pics of Jennifer Lopez, Marc Anthony and their new twins that appeared in People magazine this week. Particularly the one of her breezily feeding one of them wearing some sort of designer gown, full hair and makeup, smiling oh-so-maternally. Because as those of you who visited me during the first month of Jane's life know, that's exactly how I looked.

I need a drink

Reasons why:

1) Work. I don't talk about work here, and I'm sticking to that rule. I will just say that my workload got considerably bigger today, on top of what was already considerable. So there's that.

2) My sister had surgery today to remove an aneurysm in her neck. She's fine but it's a very good thing they caught it, or this blog could have been a lot more depressing. However, bonus points to me for spelling aneurysm correctly on the first try.

3) Jimmy is trying to make sweet, sweet love to Junior tonight. Spring fever? The romantic pitter patter of the rain? Not sure what's got him in the mood, but neither of them are really equipped for this kind of activity and it's completely freaking me out, so I've separated the lovebirds.

4) The rain. I am so frakking sick of the rain, the cold, the misery. I want nice weather. And Alan's latest blog entry has enraged me even more.

5) The fact that I'm trying to dry my comforter right now, which is going to need about two more hours in the dryer, and then a load of sheets before I can go to bed tonight.

Blah diddy blah blah blah.

the return of the worst blogger ever

Yup, that's me.

Sorry I've been MIA, yet again. My life, it is not exciting. Certainly not exciting enough to be taking up room on the interwebs (sorry Lisa). But here I am, with an update. Easter is coming up, and we are having 17 people over on Sunday. We are abso-freaking-lutely not prepared for this in any way. We're having someone come over to clean the house (for reals) on Saturday, and then after that, I will clean what I feel she didn't clean good enough. I am completely neurotic when my family comes over - we live in a state of disarray over here and it's slightly embarrassing to me. Plus I have to cook, and we all know that's not a good thing.

Work continues to be madness.

Spring is coming! Or so the calendar tells me. I don't believe it because it's still ass cold out and I'm still wearing gloves, but it is March 18, and it can't stay cold that much longer. It just CAN'T - do you hear me, Mother Nature? I am very jealous of my friend who is going on vacation to Arizona. I am desperate for warm weather.

Uhhhh......yeah. Let's see. Cap'n Greg is continuing to get the boat ready, for our summer on the water. And..uhh...zzzzzz

Sorry, I just fell asleep reading my own blog.

a little Monday morning poll

OK, I totally stole this from another blog, but I thought it was interesting. Of course, I added my own answers!

It started out as "60 Things You Possibly Didn't Know About Me" and now it's 19. I thought it'd be a fun way for you to get to know me a little better... Read on, and then tell me about YOU, too.

1. What were you doing at 7am this morning? Working. Something is wrong with our hot water heater, so I am currently waiting for the guy to show up and fix it. So I was doing some work from home.

2. What were you doing 30 minutes ago? Yup, still working. In the middle I got Jane ready for the day and Greg took her to daycare and then went off to a meeting.

3. What will you be doing 3 hours from now? I am hoping by that point I am actually at work, and I'm sure I will be thinking about lunch!


4. What is the last thing you said aloud? "Jimmy!" because he was barking for no reason. At least no reason that I can figure out.

5. What is the best ice cream flavor? I am a fan of the Mint Chocolate Chip, except I feel guilty saying that, considering I am the Dairy Queen, after all.

6. What was the last thing you had to drink? Diet Pepsi, aka, my life blood.

7. What are you wearing right now? Oh dear. Valentine's Day sleeping pants, a t-shirt from when I did Carousel 11 years ago, and a CCSU sweatshirt. Hey, I'm being honest. Remember, I'm waiting for the hot water heater to be fixed, so no shower yet!

8. Have you bought any new clothing items this week? Not for me, but I did buy a St. Patrick's Day outfit for Jane. It's super-cute, and much needed, since she's 63% Irish (we figured it out yesterday).

9. What's the last sporting event you watched? I "watched" the Superbowl, kinda, as much as you can watch a game with 30 people in the room, lots of noise, and a baby to monitor.


10. Do you have a tan? I have a tan as much as anyone in CT who doesn't fake and bake can have a tan in March.

11. Do you drink your soda from a straw? I should, but no. Poor teeth.

12. Are you someone's best friend? Yup!

13. Last person you talked to on the phone? I think it was my mom, who I talked to on Saturday. Wow, I really don't think I talked to anyone on the phone since then! She told me she's going to Ireland for two weeks in September, and I'm so happy for her. It really brought me joy to know she's going on such an awesome trip. It was the best news of the weekend.

14. Have you met anyone famous? Quite a few people, but the most exciting ones were Mark Ruffalo and a couple of the Barenaked Ladies. I did kinda crap my pants when I met Hunter Bell too.

15. Last song listened to? No joke - "I'm F****** Matt Damon."

16. Are you jealous of anyone? No, not really. My life is hectic and not very glamorous, but I do love it.

17. Is anyone jealous of you? I highly doubt it!


18. Do you eat healthy? Sort of, but I really could do much better. I am feeling very badly about myself these days. I have these persistant 7 pounds or so that I want to lose, and I just feel overall very dumpy and gross. I really want to be better about this.

19. Do you hate anyone right now? Not specifically, but there are plently of people I don't like.

OK, now your turn!

Junior bolts!

So today we decided to take the whole family to West Hartford Center for a walk. We don't do this very often because, as you can imagine, it's a pain in the ass to deal with two rambunctious dogs and a stroller. But today we felt sorry enough for the dogs that we took them along. About ten seconds into our walk, Junior somehow got loose and starting bolting down the street - galloping, really. Greg had Jimmy and started running after Junior, but Jimmy was slowing him down. He's yelling to me, "take Jimmy, take Jimmy!," but I can't catch up to him, and in the meantime, I've totally ditched Jane on the sidewalk. As I catch up to Greg, I hear "Amanda!" and look behind me. It's my friend Beth and her fiance, who had been across the street shopping for wedding rings. I throw them Jimmy and follow Greg, who finally caught Junior before he hit the intersection. I basically had to sit on the sidewalk to recover from the experience, which took about 30 seconds in total but was very exhausting nonetheless! It was quite humiliating to have an audience for the whole thing, but luckily Beth and Jay were friends and not potential baby kidnappers, considering I'd just left Jane there, napping away, oblivious to the whole thing.

A while later, we were walking along, with Jimmy's leash tied to Greg's pants. I'm not sure why Greg did that, but he seemed to think it was an easier way of handling both dogs. Jimmy of course got excited about something (perhaps the seemingly hundreds of pooches walking around the Center?) and tugged Greg's pants so hard that his button popped off.

We left shortly after, figuring that if Greg's pants fell completely down, we'd never be allowed in West Hartford again.

hooked up

I got myself a fancy dancy new laptop computer. So now I'm playing around with it and half watching Michael Clayton, and asking Greg what is going on with the movie every five minutes. I can't help it - I'm entranced by my shiny new machine! This is the one I got. I picked green because it reminded me of spring.

hello, friends!

Just a little update from The Cold That Would Never End (TCTWNE) Headquarters. We've all got it now, with Greg and I tying for biggest babies with a cold. Jane, despite her constant booger production, is generally happy. I had to whisk her to the pediatrician's office yesterday, however, because when I picked her up from daycare, they said she had been fussy (read: whiney-ass baby) all day. But the man-child doctor that saw her (whom I love - it's not an insult, it's just that he's so young) said her ears and lungs were clear. So who knows what's up.



Greg and I actually went out, sans baby, last night to see U23D - yes, obviously we are huge nerds, so nerdy in fact that we had to put the 3D glasses over our regular glasses, rendering us six-eyed. Nice. Despite that, it was a really cool movie - a sort of flashback to the ye olden tymes (2005) when we saw them play three times on the very tour depicted in the movie. It was nice to get out, despite the fact that at any given moment, I feel like I'm going to collapse of exhaustion.



Not too many plans for the weekend. Greg's got boat-related stuff going on tomorrow, so Jane and I are flying solo, and with the Great Flood expected in this area, I don't think it's going to be a very exciting day. Hopefully we can make up for it with something fun on Sunday.



Have a great weekend!

am I crazy?

After months - actually, in all honesty, over a year - of being all "babybabybabybaby," I have agreed to co-direct a show this summer. This show is part of the summer young adult program that in previous years produced Godspell and Into the Woods (yeah, yeah, you heard all about those, whether you wanted to or not). I was supposed to co-direct last summer, but, well, I was busy. So I agreed to do it this summer, with the stipulation that I would only run two rehearsals a week, with the exception of hell week and the week the other director is on vacation.

I think I might be a little nuts. I'm so torn on this. One part of me says, "woman, you get no sleep as it is. You are stretched to your absolute limit. You are about to get super-slammed at work. WTF???" The other part says, "But I wanna do a shooooowwwww...."

I'm looking at it this way. Two nights a week isn't too much. It doesn't mean I won't see Jane, because I'm hoping I can arrange it so I can do most of her nighttime business before I have to leave for rehearsal. And even if I can't, it's not like Greg isn't completely capable. I think I need to get my creative juices flowing again. I need to do something for me, even if it means I'm going to be weeping uncontrollably from the exhaustion and insanity of it all. If it's a disaster, it'll all be over in probably less than two months. If it works, I know I can attempt to have some sort of external life again. No matter what, I'm fairly certain I wouldn't do another show for another year after that - I'm very partial to this summer program, which is another reason I'm doing this.

Yup, I'm crazy.

Now, dear internets, you have to tell me I'm not a bad mom for doing this.

**This pic is from backstage when I was in Life with Father. Jane was just a tiny little cluster of cells at this point. Mind you, a tiny cluster of cells that nearly made me pass out on stage during one performance.

Oprah's Big Give

Just watched this show. Love it. A nice mix of reality TV, good people doing good deeds, and competition. With a sprinkle of snarky disputes between contestants to keep it real. Another reason why Oprah will soon rule the world, if she doesn't already.