Having a baby WRECKED my memory. I used to pride myself on being able to remember everything, without having to write stuff down or leave myself reminders. Not anymore. Now, I remember stuff, but stuff that has literally no bearing on my life. Like, I remember the phone number for the first house I remember living in. But I can’t remember my own phone number. Like, my CURRENT phone number. My brain is filled to the brim with completely useless crap.

Which would suck, except I’ve apparently given birth to Little Miss Memory. Dylan remembers everything. Where she left a toy a week ago, where I hid the cookies when I thought she wasn’t looking, what happens on the next page of a book, what happens in the next scene of a show or commercial she’s seen once. To wit: she started doing this weird “NOOOOOOOO” thing and then cracking up, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what the hell she was doing, until I saw a commercial on the Disney Channel for some DVD, and a character in the movie says it in the commercial. The scene doesn’t even last 3 seconds, and we’ve never seen the actual movie it’s from. You know how people say that kids are sponges? There is evidently a ring of truth to that.

Now if I can just remember to tell her to remember the stuff I have trouble remembering.