Big Boy

So, the family vacation...it was a good one. We headed up to Cincinnati for a few days to see Steve's extended family, some of whom had never met Brigid before, since the last time we were up there was for my baby shower two years ago. And we were able to squeeze in some time with our old friends, too, around all of the family activity, which was even better.

I've missed everyone up there, and I'm not going to lie...if it wasn't for our jobs here in Atlanta, and the fact that my mother-in-law is so awesome at taking care of Brigid while we're working at those jobs, I would possibly consider moving back. All of our friends have kids around the same age as B, and we took a group of them to an awesome splash park in the area, and Brigid seemed to love it, and I'd forgotten how pretty it is in southern Ohio.

And even if I can't move back, I need to figure out how to get more often for visits. Because two years is just too long.

Anyway, one of the best parts about the trip to Cincinnati, at least in the opinion of my husband's family, is the stop at Frisch's Big Boy in London, KY, which just so happens to be the first one you come to on the trip up from Atlanta. Because, apparently, Big Boy is just a northern thing. Not that I care, because it's never been all that important to me, but everyone else seems to love it.

Of course, my experience with the place was tainted by the time when I went with some co-workers, and one of the guys I was with was given a fish sandwich that the restaurant had never gotten around to thawing before they served. But that's just me...

Brigid was fine with it, though.

Heading Home

Last week was full of family time. 

And also a lot of iPad Monopoly. 

Oh, and some Harry Potter, too.

But mostly, family time...

 

And it was awesome.

(Yeah, I have A LOT of pictures to upload and post this week...you've all been warned.)

Things we learned at King's Island...

Brigid loves the splash pad but hates the haunted house. She loves her Snoopy cup but is less than thrilled with the giant Lucy who wanders the park. Regular diapers are terrible when you wear them through water rides, but swim diapers do little to hold anything in outside of the water.

Changing multiple diapers in a wet swimsuit is not fun. At all.

Cincinnati summers may be less humid than Atlanta summers, but they're still pretty hot. Especially when you're running around an amusement park in the sun.

And blueberry ice cream with sprinkles really is the best thing ever. But in that hot sun?

Skip the cone, and stick with a cup/spoon instead. It's for the best, I promise.

Where's Waldo?

Or, in this case, where's Brigid?






I just hope we didn't forget anyone...

We're officially on the road to vacation...I can't believe we actually made it through the week :)

Happy weekend!

Tomatoes!

I probably should have taken pictures of Brigid and Steve planting the seeds for their now enormous tomato plants together, just so I could track where it all started...
But I didn't. I fail at Mommy 101: Take Pictures of EVERYTHING!!

Obviously.

Luckily, my husband is there to cover for my mistakes...

My favorite little gardener...never has one person been so proud of one tiny tomato.

She looks like she's playing that game with the orange peel teeth, doesn't she? I think she's really just chewing, though. Not exactly a lady, that one...

I...I don't even know. Tomatoes make teeth strong and pretty, maybe?

Yeah, we'll just go with that. Happy Wednesday!

I really, really, really wish you could all hear how well my formerly darling little girl has picked up the word 'no'. It's kind of hard to explain, without audio/visual aids, because it's not even 'no' that she says...it's some kind of southern 'no' and 'naw' hybrid that is absolutely always accompanied by a very firm headshake. Not an overly adamant headshake, mind you, just a very deliberate one.

It would be kind of funny, actually, if it weren't so darn obnoxious.

Me: Brigid, who's mommy's favorite baby?
Brigid: No (headshake). No (headshake). No (headshake).
Me: Mommy doesn't have a favorite baby?
Brigid: No (headshake).
Me: But I love you very much.
Brigid: No (headshake).
Me: I DO TOO!
Brigid: No. No. (headshake, headshake).
Me: I do. And I'm going to kiss you to prove it!
Brigid: NO (headshake, followed by a full body contortion to pull herself out of my reach).
Me: You've become quite the little snot, you know that?
Brigid: No (headshake, smile).

I give up.

And I love him anyway...

This is what my husband bought for himself during the Disney Store's online sale:



Slightly freaky, yes?

Add this to the complete set of Nightmare Before Christmas plush dolls he bought in the same sale to stock our potty-training 'prize closet' (I know, I can't help it...), and I think it's safe to say we have a problem in this family.

So, yeah. Happy early Halloween, I guess?