Nightmares
Sleep has become a completely foreign concept to Saige. Every night for a week now Saige will scream and cry for us several times a night beginning at midnight, and will get utterly hysterical if we don’t come in a hurry. She’ll be standing in her crib almost shaking, begging to be picked up. She’s been having a lot of nightmares, and we’re pretty sure the culprit is a certain video dadda was fond of showing in this house (note past tense). Darcy had no trouble with it most of the time–though certain parts made her a little nervous at times–but it seems to have completely traumatized Saige. Well, we’ve learned our lesson. Things that are completely benign to three and four year-olds are not necessarily cool for two year-olds.
To make matters worse, there’s been other trauma this week on top of it, like going to the doctor and getting more SHOTS.
The good news is they are now back on the charts for their weight. They’re still petite, but at least they are now ON the goddamned charts. I was only a few pounds heavier when I was their age.
On with geek stuff -
Netscape 4 is such a train wreck. I have yet to see a CSS site it doesn’t completely thrash, and for the site I am designing right now, I have to tell N4 not to use CSS at all or it crashes. I wish it had never been invented. I showed Bruce what different browsers did to my design, and he said, “Wow, you mean they show up differently depending on the browser a person has? I didn’t even know that could happen.” I told him unfortunately YES, and that’s why he always sees me ripping my hair out.
Firefox is my friend. Here’s some news about why it should be your friend too. It’s even going to be on the cover of the next Wired.
Did you hear Sony finally admitted they blew it? Finally! After all those worthless pieces of junk they made called MP3 players, they finally admitted they were “too worried” about copyright issues and shot themselves in the foot with restrictive devices. Now Apple owns their asses, and everybody else’s too. Duh, fools.
I used PayPal this week to pay my own husband money I owed him. Why stand in bank lines with screaming twins when you can email it, I say.
Bloggers all over are talking about the new anti-comment-spam plan. Many are critisizing it already, but I am taking a wait-and-see attitude, since I’m for anything that might help with this massive problem. I am planning on installing the MT plugin soon.
I’ve been dreading letting iTunes take control of my MP3 directory (right now it only has about 5% of it), but before I do that, it needs some major cleaning up. I found just the ticket: The Godfather. It’s a program specifically for cleaning up your filenames and screwed up tags (my biggest problem). It doesn’t have the easiest interface to use, and the help files is pretty lame, but so far it’s helped some. But with 40GB of files I’ve got a long way to go. (Someone else thought the help file was extremely lame too and wrote a tutorial on using the tagging function here).
Links! Links!
As my sister-in-law emailed from Boston this morning, “why do we live here again?” This does not look like fun.
We’ve had nightmare problems, although not related to Totoro. We put on a CD — something soothing, classical or new age — as the bedtime ritual begins, through the bath, jammies, stories, etc., and program the player to keep repeating the CD for an hour or two after John falls asleep.
It seems to work — it was suggested to us by Helen, the 87-year-old who runs around with me terrorizing produce boys everywhere.
She says small children need something to calm and soothe them as they go into sleep because they get so wound up and play so hard that their brains keep churning, and the music just helps them slow down and completely relax.