Baby, you might be nuts

I would like to begin this blog by stating that I am aware that mental illness is a real problem in this country and no laughing matter.  It is an underserved community that leads to so many other social issues.  It has to be dealt with openly and honestly.  That being said, I think my baby might be crazy.  She is either suffering from bi-polar disorder, split personality, or becoming Two Face from Batman.

One moment she is laughing hysterically at things that frankly aren't that funny, like her feet, the fan, Wheel of Fortune, or rubber ducks in the bath, and the next she literally loses her mind.  How can you go from so happy to sunken into the depths of despair in 15 seconds?  How is that possible?  And how long can I anticipate the bowing of one's back and throwing the head back stage to last?  Is that coming to an end soon?  When do we start to handle upset feelings with maturity?  I'm hoping the answer is 14 months.  Because I find throwing yourself on the floor to express yourself to be a tad dramatic.

This morning we had a problem with spending time by ourselves while Mommy got ready.  I pose this question to you, dear reader, who is really the crazy one?  The child who had to have constant contact or she might perish?  Or me, who tried to reason with her by saying, "You have to allow me to put on pants.  They won't let me go to work without pants."  'Tis a glamorous life I lead.

In other news, I am starting to feel sports-overwhelemed.  Too many.  Too many sports going on.  I can't keep up.  If the World Cup qualifying games had been on TV last night, I might have just gone completely over the edge.  I don't know why I feel the need to follow them all.  I don't work for ESPN, it's okay to let a few go.  But no!  I must flip between eight different types of competition in case I'm called in as a guest on local sports radio.  As we are in the midst of the ALCS and NLCS, Husband and I have had the following conversations.  This is what it sounds like when two people who aren't really baseball fans, watch playoff baseball.

Game 2 of ALCS, Detroit vs. Boston.

Kathy: You remember the movie City of Angels?

Torri Hunter & Cassiel the Angel

Husband: With Nicholas Cage?
Kathy: Yeah.  Remember the guardian angel?
Husband: Ummmm....
Kathy: Well, he's playing outfield for the Tigers now.
Husband: I don't think I remember what he looks like.
Kathy: You don't have to remember.  I just told you.  He looks just like Torii Hunter.
Husband: Weird.  You think he'd still be playing for Anaheim.




Game 4 of NLCS, St. Louis vs. Los Angeles

The two John Jays

Kathy: Sheesh, John Jay is having a tough series.
Husband: Who?
Kathy: John Jay, the center fielder.
Husband: Oh, he was also a founding father of our country.
Kathy: He's held up remarkably well.
Husband: True.  I'm going to let that dropped ball slide, he's done a lot for our country.


And that ladies and gentlemen is your brief history/pop culture lesson for the day.  I just got all Alex Trebek up in here.

I usually try to wrap up each blog by tying everything together.  I've sat here for 10 minutes and I just can't.  The key takeaways for you are 1.Living with my baby is what I assume living with Andy Kauffman was like.  Hilarious moments, lots of physical comedy, crashing into things, and unreasonable emotional reactions to running out of goldfish crackers.  And 2. Husband and I's conversations sometimes resemble bad stand-up comedy.  Kind of like the Smothers Brothers.  Thank God we have each other.