Nervous

Brigid, when she doesn't want to go to sleep, has taken to sitting in her crib, calling, 'mommy, help me. daddy, help me' over and over again, until one of us responds. Because, help me? Really? We're supposed to tune that one out?

(She knows us a little too well, I think...)

Saturday night, when Steve took me out for my birthday, and my in-laws were watching her for the night, she went to bed crying, 'mommy, mommy, mommy' over and over again.

In less than two weeks, Steve and I will be going to the Dominican Republic for a week, without Miss B in tow.

And I...well, I don't know how well this is going to work out for any of us, really.

In the bathroom...

Because where else would you want to hang out while playing games on your dad's phone?

Another Milestone

Last night, we went out to dinner at a relatively noisy pizza place, and after Brigid finished her meal (which consisted primarily of the tomato from my salad, a couple of tater tots from Steve's plate, and every piece of pineapple from her own piece of pizza...healthy, no?), we left her to play with one of our phones for a few minutes, while we finished up our own food.

(On a related note: How in the world did people eat out with toddlers before iPhones? I am fully aware that we are probably over-technologizing (totally a real word, right?) our child, but holy heck, is this technology stuff useful from time to time...)

My little angel must have had trouble hearing whatever video she was trying to watch over the dull roar of our fellow diners, though, because while I was trying to talk to Steve, she looked me straight in the eyes, held up her hand, and said, 'don't talk, mommy'.

DON'T TALK, MOMMY.

And this is why I keep a blog instead of a baby book. Because there is just no page in those baby books for baby's first sass, now is there?

Valentine's Day Recap

Steve had to be in Charlotte on Tuesday night, for a Wednesday morning meeting, meaning Brigid and I celebrated Valentine's Day alone, girls'-night-in style.

And in our house, GNI means eating macaroni and cheese, taking pictures/videos of ourselves making silly faces to send to Steve, reading every single book in the room, and cuddling, pre-bedtime, for an exceptionally long time. And then, after toddler bedtime finally occurs, it means cheesy television (hellooooo Gossip Girl!) and caramel/chocolate/sea salt gelato, left behind by a sweet husband who is very sorry he had to leave his girls on the best made-up holiday of the year.






All things considered, I'd say we fended pretty well for ourselves. But if Steve ditches us again next year?

We are totally demanding jewelry...

Because Steve doesn't have a blog...

...I have to do his dirty work for him.

In his own words, via text message I received last night before I left work for the evening:

She won't share.

I'm 95% certain that Steve took this picture a split second before the dogs realized they were bigger/stronger than Brigid, plus had strength in numbers on their side, and mob rushed her for control of the cereal bowl. Because they have NEVER been this gentle and patient with me...

In Brigid's world...

...Cinderella is a cat.

I wonder how all of those mice and birds that are running around Cinderella's room all of the time would feel about this version of things?

See the pretty fish?

Do you know how you top a morning in which your main triumph is getting to preschool registration early enough to score the #1 spot in the registration line, thereby ensuring that your child WILL HAVE A SPOT in next year’s already almost full two-year old class, and leading to a sequence of events in which you take a picture of said line ticket to text to your husband, while narrating your actions with an internal monologue that includes shouting WINNING! to yourself, but in a crazy-Courtney-from-The-Bachelor voice, and not a crazy-Charlie-Sheen-from anything one?
(Not that this has ever happened to me, or anything…)

Well, you don’t top it, really. But if you can follow it up with a couple of hours spent chasing a ‘keep walking, keep walking, keep walking’ toddler around the aquarium, you can come pretty darn close…

That kid, man...she is A LOT of fun to hang out with these days.