Thursday, February 26, 2015

Snow Day! Again!

This is my 8th winter in Georgia, and thinking back on all of this time, I've realized it has snowed more years than not since that move. This?

This is not what I signed up for when I moved to the south. 

I guess it's a good thing we bought the girls cheap snow suits when we were up in Indiana at Thanksgiving, because at least they seemed to enjoy it...
(She threw that snowball at me. She's out of the will, obviously.)

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

She'd like you to start calling her Queen Elsa, if you don't mind.

Our trees have been ice covered since early Monday evening. It's not ideal, as the icy branches have wreaked havoc on the power lines across our county (We had no electricity overnight on Monday, but we were lucky. My in-laws STILL don't have power, almost 48 hours later.), but it's been kind of pretty (Spoken only as someone not still without power could could speak...). Plus, Brigid woke up with a fever on Tuesday morning, so all of the school and activity cancellations nicely corresponded with what would have been a couple of sick days, anyway. But still...

I'm ready for it to all go away now. 

Unfortunately, it's supposed to get down to something like 17 degrees tonight, so I doubt that's going to happen. 

Brigid, when she looked out the window yesterday and realized that the ice wasn't going anywhere, moaned, 'Why, Elsa?!? WHY?'. So at least we know who is to blame for this debacle. And at least we know the ice isn't affecting anyone's imagination around here... 

Tuesday, February 17, 2015


Enough said. 

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

I will never get tired of this...

Caitlin is on the move, nonstop. She jumps from one activity to another, from one place to another. She still doesn't talk, which is partially a bad thing, because she definitely should be talking by now, but also isn't the worst thing in the world, because I can't imagine how quickly her brain jumps from one idea to another, and I'm scared that once she stops talking, she won't ever stop. And honestly, Brigid talks more than enough for both of them, so I'm good with the way things are right now.

She drags Steve over to the couch the minute he gets home from work, where she'll sit with him for maybe three seconds, tops, before she jumps off the couch and runs into the other room. She doesn't even really expect him to follow her when she leaves, and I'm starting to think she just likes to know that he will be in the same place she left him, when she decides she wants to go back to him. She'll sit on the floor, and pat the spot next to her, until I sit down, too, at which point she jumps up and runs off. She brings me books to read to her, but I have to read fast, because she wants those pages turned, and she wants them turned RIGHT NOW. She wants us to sing to her while she does the hand motions she associates with the songs we're singing, but she wants to do the hand motions for the next verse of the song, not the one we're on right now, and she'll start clapping for herself when she's done with the song, not when it's actually over.

She has thoughts and opinions, and she's becoming such a little person all of a sudden. It's kind of scary.

But when she's sleepy? She'll finally slow down. She'll let me hold her, and rock her, and sing to her, and sniff her head. And then she sleeps, and she'll always be my sweet little baby.
Tattoos and all...

Friday, January 23, 2015

Kids Are Weird, Part 809

Brigid lives on nothing but string cheese and air. She will eat chicken fingers and macaroni and cheese from a box, and every once in awhile I can get her to eat green beans by referring to them as green french fries and letting her dip them in ketchup.

Beyond that? She won't eat much at all. If I'm making chicken for dinner, hers has to be plain and include the ketchup dipping sauce. Even if the chicken is basically plain, but it was cooked in some kind of green herb? She won't eat it unless I've picked every last speck of green off of it. Green flecks on pizza? Won't eat it. Green flecks on noodles? Nope.

She won't eat rice or anything that resembles rice. No veggies, no spices, nothing interesting at all.

If it's something that would appeal to almost anyone else in the world, she is not going to eat it.

Which is what makes living with Caitlin so much more strange, because that kid? She will eat pretty much anything you put in front of her. I've seen her eat sushi, pork belly, plain spinach leaves, and various spicy sauces. She just likes food. She eats more variety than Steve and I do, now that I think about it, because I won't touch pork belly, and Steve wouldn't be caught dead with a piece of spinach.

She actively chooses bell peppers for snacks. It's depressing when you realize that your still-nonverbal-2yr-old makes better life choices than you do some days.

Of course, today when I went to get her up from her nap, I found her standing up in her crib, completely naked, after she'd taken all of her clothes and her diaper off in protest of how long it took me to get to her. So maybe I shouldn't feel too bad about her life choices?

Thursday, January 22, 2015


Hipster Brigid wants you to know she liked Frozen before it was cool...

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Mixed Loyalties

Raising a Notre Dame fan in the heart of SEC country can be tough, but we've done a pretty good job of it, I'd say. When Notre Dame and Georgia played in back-to-back bowl games about a month ago, Brigid was dressed appropriately for each game. But underneath each jersey was the same ND t-shirt, because even if we cheer for Georgia every once in awhile, we're still Irish underneath it all...

(I just can't get over how old she looks now. She is just such a little PERSON, and I'm not entirely sure I approve.)