Halloween: A Preview

Considering my kid hasn't really wanted to take off her crown since we showed her exactly what it was/how she should wear it, I think it's safe to say that she seems a little too comfortable in the princess role.

This either means we're doing something terribly wrong...or we're actually the best parents, ever.

I guess that just remains to be seen...

Scenes from a playground

Brigid came down with a bit of a cold this weekend, and even though she seemed to be feeling much better on Monday morning, I decided to cancel our trip to the library for Halloween stories and trick-or-treating because I didn't want to be the mom who brought sniffles and coughs and general ickiness to a roomful of toddlers. I'd rather not be the cause of another parent's sleepless night, if I can help it.

Instead, I took Brigid for a walk around the neighborhood to drop off our RSVP for this weekend's neighborhood Halloween party at the clubhouse, and while we were over there, we decided to hit up the playground for a few minutes. Except that a few minutes stretched out a little longer than I'd planned...







I hadn't been to the playground with B since the spring, because Atlanta summers are too hot for such nonsense as, you know, going outside, but wow...that kid has learned a few things in the last couple of months.

Like how to say 'no home!' when I ask her if she's ready to leave.

But I've learned a few things, too, you know...

Hey Bug, want a Popsicle when we get home?

Done and done...

New Hat

Seriously, anything that makes my kid laugh like this is o.k. with me...

Princess Brigid says...

...'thanks for the dress-up trunk, Auntie Jess!'




(Her mother and father, on the other hand, request that Auntie Jess come visit us in Atlanta very soon, at which point we will make HER try to put the princess to bed when she's in the mood to play with said dress-up trunk instead...)

(In all seriousness, though, Jess...we love it! Also, I look AMAZING in Snow White's headband and jewelry.)

Boo!

YOU GUYS!!!! IT HAPPENED!!!!




After two years of disappointment, two years of feeling unloved by our neighbors, two years of being mocked by the ghosts on every other house but ours, two years of general SCORN*...we were Boo'd this year. Steve and I took Brigid out to dinner on Monday night, and we came home to our very own ghost, on our very own door, with our very own box o' treats. And I may have gasped/squealed/chair danced in the car when we pulled into the driveway, and I realized we'd been hit.

(But, but...it wasn't just me! Brigid was excited too! Or, at least she was once I took her up to the porch, and she saw the ghost. Also, she's added some additional Halloween lingo to her vocabulary now...not only does a ghost say 'wooooooo', according to her, but he also says 'boo!'. Because, you know, he totally does.)

The best part was that I got to go shopping the very next day to put together my own boo bags, and then I was free to creepily wander the neighborhood on Tuesday night, looking for dark porches on which to leave them. It was awesome. And I am slightly weirder than I'd like to admit, apparently.

Eh, whatever. I had fun, anyway...



*Yes, I may be overreacting slightly to not being Boo'd for two years, but I am a delicate soul, ok? I wanted to play along. I wanted to be included. I WANTED THE FREE CANDY!!

Decisions, Decisions

This kid, she takes her pumpkin picking very, very seriously.

And she makes her demands known, obviously.

And, yes, she always gets what she wants...

We're such suckers.

Home Again...

With Steve and I leaving early on Friday morning for a trip to Omaha for my college roommate's wedding, we didn't get to see Brigid for TWO WHOLE DAYS!!! Two and a half, actually, if you count the Sunday morning we missed because of the return trip. And I missed her terribly.

But while Brigid was very excited to see me when I walked in, she dropped me in a heartbeat for her daddy. And then when I got her up this morning to start our day together, she was thrilled. Until she asked for dad, and I had to break the news to her that he was at work. Then she was in tears.

Of course, all it took to calm her down was breakfast and a movie, so maybe she was just feeling a bit overly dramatic this morning, but still...

Good thing that whole daddy's-girl act is so cute on her, I guess.