Three months later...

I'm pretty sure there was more of a noticeable change in Brigid over her first three months. I rembember thinking that when I went back to work after having her, she was a completely different baby than the one we'd brought home. But Caitlin?
I don't know. I just don't think she's changed that much in the past three months. She's still my little peanut.

(Seriously. A PEANUT. When Brigid was four months old, she was hitting the 75th/80th percentile in measurements. Caitlin came in at 37th/38th percentile at her last visit. She's going to be really pissed when she learns she got my genes instead of her father's genes.)

Party Bed!

Steve spent the past weekend in Florida for his brother's bachelor party, and while Brigid didn't have any meltdowns over the fact that I was her only parenting option while he was gone (which is a welcome improvement over how little she wanted me around a few months ago), she was still beyond excited that he was finally home last night.
She was SO excited, in fact, that she didn't want to lose sight of him for something as trivial as sleep.

So...guess who slept with us last night? And guess who, at 11PM, when she should have already been asleep for three hours, was making three or four trips between her room and ours, because she apparently needed FRIENDS in bed with her, besides just Steve and I and two dogs?
It's a good thing she's so cute. And it's a good thing we're such suckers.

And it's a REALLY good thing we have a king bed. Because no amount of cuteness would sucker us into sharing a bed with her if we didn't. She takes up a surprising amount of room for someone so small...

Her Mother's Daughter

Brigid may look like Steve. And she may have a lot of Steve's personality in her. And she may prefer to spend all of her time with Steve instead of me.

But I'm starting to think that she at least found her happy place through me.

I'm so HAPPY to be in the sand, mommy! I love the beach.

You and me, both, kiddo. You and me, both.

(Side Note: I have to say, the beach in the winter is kind of wonderful. Sure, it was windy and chilly by the water, but it was warm on the deck, and the sky was blue, and the water was gorgeous, and it was mostly deserted, and I just really loved it. And I want to go back. Preferably, sometime yesterday. Can you retire to the beach at 33?)

Back to Work

In news that will surprise absolutely no one who has ever parented a child, Brigid chose the weekend Steve was out of town to get sick again. And that would have been bad enough, but the weekend Steve was out of town ALSO happened to be the weekend before I started back to work following the end of my maternity leave, when a little bit of sleep would have been helpful, since they expect me to be intelligent and coherent and, at the very least, AWAKE when I'm in the office. But no...

No sleep for anyone this weekend.

Except for Caitlin, that is. Caitlin actually slept pretty well.

Go figure.
Anyway, Brigid woke up this morning, still congested and coughing, and I told my mother-in-law she could keep the poor thing home from school today, so we wouldn't be THOSE parents that the rest of the class hates for sending a sick kid in, even though the rest of the parents are obviously THOSE parents, because Brigid has basically been sick since October. (I don't blame the parents, honestly. It's hard to tell with these kids whether they're truly disease-ridden or not. But that doesn't make me any happier about the nonstop germs floating around my house...) So, really, I should be HAPPY that I had to go back to work today, because 48 straight hours of just me and the baby and one very, VERY whiny toddler was starting to wear on my sanity.

And who knows what would have happened by hour 72, right?

RIGHT?!?!?

So, work...it's a good thing.

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Nope. Still miss the heck out of their sweet faces.

You'll have to try harder than that, kiddo...