Last Friday Baby rolled over from her tummy to her back, repeated the performance 4 times, then promptly forgot how to do it and got really mad. (She hates being on her tummy.) Today she briefly re-discovered rolling over, then forgot again. But Saturday, Saturday she laughed. Sparky drove her to it, which isn't really surprising. The rest of us are probably too low-key to elicit laughter from a baby.

Yes, I have baby brains. It's my life now, and if you don't want to read about it, I really won't be offended if you un-friend me. I'm not going to create a journal for Rebecca, because I'm lazy, and because it's me writing. These are the things I want to remember about my life.