So, Brigid is three for three on uneventful preschool drop-offs! She has no problem just turning her back on whichever one of us is leaving her there for the morning, to go play with whatever awesome toy or awesome new friend catches her eye first! So easy! No drama! A lot of ego bruising, sure. But no drama!
This was the conversation I had with my mother-in-law at 9:15 this morning, after she'd said goodbye to Brigid and left her to her four hours of schooling. Easy as pie, right?
Oh, hello there, Smug Sally...you might want to hold off on that conversation next time...
UNTIL YOU'RE SURE YOUR KID CAN MAKE IT THROUGH THE ENTIRE FOUR HOURS, FIRST.
Guess whose mother-in-law got a phone call an hour and a half into the day, to come pick up a toddler who wouldn't stop sobbing, 'I tired'? Oh, right, that would be mine.
Poor kid. She's really going to have to start getting herself to sleep before 10PM, now isn't she?
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Vacation 'Memories'
On the trip back to Atlanta from Florida, Steve asked Brigid what her favorite part of the ocean was, and Brigid, adorable little scamp that she is, told us it was going potty in it. Because that, apparently, is what she remembers most of the six days we were at the beach...
Me teaching her that she could go potty in the ocean if it meant that my pregnant self did not have to walk her back to the beach house every time she needed to go.
(So, who is holding onto my mother of the year trophy for me, again?)
And that, my friends, is how my darling husband ended up spending our first two days back at home trying to brainwash our daughter into thinking her favorite part of our trip was 'finding seashells', because we weren't sure what the preschool teacher would think of us teaching our kid to go potty in the ocean, in the event she happened to ask Brigid the very specific 'what was your favorite part of the ocean?' question.
It did not come up in conversation when I picked Brigid up this afternoon, so I'm just going to assume that our little secret is safe for now. Because, obviously, the preschool teacher that I've met all of three times now would absolutely call me out on Brigid peeing in public if it had come up at any point today, right?
Right.
(Wrong. Still, I don't think it would have come up. So, we're fine...for now. I wouldn't put it past Brigid to bring it up completely out of the blue a month from now, though. She's sneaky like that...)
Me teaching her that she could go potty in the ocean if it meant that my pregnant self did not have to walk her back to the beach house every time she needed to go.
(So, who is holding onto my mother of the year trophy for me, again?)
And that, my friends, is how my darling husband ended up spending our first two days back at home trying to brainwash our daughter into thinking her favorite part of our trip was 'finding seashells', because we weren't sure what the preschool teacher would think of us teaching our kid to go potty in the ocean, in the event she happened to ask Brigid the very specific 'what was your favorite part of the ocean?' question.
Right.
(Wrong. Still, I don't think it would have come up. So, we're fine...for now. I wouldn't put it past Brigid to bring it up completely out of the blue a month from now, though. She's sneaky like that...)
Friday, August 31, 2012
First Day of School
We took Brigid to preschool for the first time this morning.
(Seriously, I am glad there was no drama in the preschool process...she went in, she loved it, we left her there for three hours. It was much less painful than I thought it would be. Of course, that didn't stop me from weeping to Steve as we got back to the car about how 'Brigid didn't know we were leaving! In ten minutes, she's going to look for us and realize we're gone and OH MY BABY!! She's going to be so upset!'
To which Steve replied, 'Honey? She knew we were leaving. She's just OK with it.'
Oh, fine. Whatever. She had fun. My ego is bruised. Everyone is happy. THE END.)
Thursday, August 30, 2012
26-Week Update
I have this pregnancy tracking app on my iPhone that updates me on the baby's progress each week, while also offering 'helpful' tips each day about what I should be eating, why it's normal that I feel like I should just move into the bathroom since I spend most of my time in there anyway, and how my weight gain should be progressing. It's annoying, really, all of those shoulds, but it has a nice countdown the the due date, so I just focus on that part.
Anyway, one of those daily tips that recycles through every few weeks is the reminder that I should be tracking pregnancy memories along the way, since I will want to remember this whole experience someday in the future.
Well, you want a pregnancy memory, iPhone app? Have I got a pregnancy memory for you...
I went into the doctor's office today for my gestational diabetes bloodwork test (to make sure I don't have it, as is standard procedure), and the took belly measurements, to see where I was along the progress chart, size-wise. I will be 26 weeks along tomorrow, but today?
I MEASURED AT 30 WEEKS!!&*&%#!!
I measured ahead with Brigid, too, but the most I EVER hit was two weeks ahead. Now I'm at FOUR?!?!
No.
I even made the NP measure a second time, because COME ON. And still...30 weeks.
She said since the baby measured normal at the last ultrasound, there's really nothing to worry about, so there's that. But at this rate, by the time the end of my pregnancy comes around, someone will need to roll me from place to place, because I will be just one large ball of pregnancy belly.
That should be a good look for me, no?
Anyway, one of those daily tips that recycles through every few weeks is the reminder that I should be tracking pregnancy memories along the way, since I will want to remember this whole experience someday in the future.
Well, you want a pregnancy memory, iPhone app? Have I got a pregnancy memory for you...
I went into the doctor's office today for my gestational diabetes bloodwork test (to make sure I don't have it, as is standard procedure), and the took belly measurements, to see where I was along the progress chart, size-wise. I will be 26 weeks along tomorrow, but today?
I MEASURED AT 30 WEEKS!!&*&%#!!
I measured ahead with Brigid, too, but the most I EVER hit was two weeks ahead. Now I'm at FOUR?!?!
No.
I even made the NP measure a second time, because COME ON. And still...30 weeks.
She said since the baby measured normal at the last ultrasound, there's really nothing to worry about, so there's that. But at this rate, by the time the end of my pregnancy comes around, someone will need to roll me from place to place, because I will be just one large ball of pregnancy belly.
That should be a good look for me, no?
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Changes
I haven't exactly been completely rational about dealing with this whole growing up thing that Brigid has insisted on doing over the last (almost) three years, because I am very prone to the lovely (and extremely annoying) 'WHERE DID MY BABY GO?!?!' type of whining and hand-wringing, but lately she seems to be taking it to an entirely different level that I am having even more trouble accepting.
As of last night, she randomly stopped calling Steve 'daddy', because he is now just 'dad'. As is 'DA-ad. Come ON! Let's GO!'.
I mean, come on. She is almost three, here, not almost thirteen. Don't we deserve another couple of attitude-free years?
(When we were at preschool meet and greet this morning, though, I think she reverted back to 'daddy', so all may still be right in our world. For a few more days, anyway.)
She invents entire narratives in her head, with no input from the rest of us. She talks to herself (as she told us last night, when we tried to figure out what she was saying in the backseat on the way home from dinner), and she doesn't want to tell us what she's saying.
She knows all of the words to the 'I Feel Better' song from Doc McStuffins. I don't know all of the words to that song, and I've heard it enough that I should.
I have two (kind of loud) necklaces that are the exact same, with the exception of color. I wore the yellow one today, and I had to double check with her to see if I'd worn it last week, or if I'd worn the pink one, instead. She told me I'd worn the pink one, and she was right.
It's nice to have that kind of help, since my own memory is obviously shot right now.
She wants to play Go Fish. All. Of. The. Time. Which, you know, isn't annoying at all (insert sarcastic tone, here), and she constantly tells me she's 'kicking my butt' at it. I have plans to introduce Elf on the Shelf at Christmas time this year, as well as an Advent activity calendar, and I'm always wondering if she's going to get the story behind the elf or want to participate in the activities, but she will. Because she is this little person of her own, now, whether I think she should be or not. She has imagination and memory and creativity and opinions, and it is the most awesomely amazing thing I've ever seen develop. But it's also the most heartbreaking, because yeah...she's growing up.
I want to do nothing but hold her, and squeeze her, and kiss her cheeks, and cuddle with her on the couch for hours at a time, but she's never been a fan of that before, and she's even less ok with it now. So, I settle for whatever kisses she'll give me, whatever 'I love you mom-mom's I get as I'm leaving for work, and I'm happy with those.
And I just try to ignore the rest of this getting older thing that keeps happening whether I want it to or not.
(And, at least I can comfort myself with the fact that although she's growing up, and she's developing a little diva-ish attitude that I can't seem to fight, she's not the kid that, when asked why she wouldn't tell her new preschool teacher goodbye as we were leaving today, yelled 'BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE HER!' in front of a bunch of strangers. So, there's that...)
(Seriously, that poor mom. She was mortified. And I'm sure it didn't help that the other 7 or 8 people standing around at the time couldn't keep a straight face at the announcement, but you know...we're only human.)
As of last night, she randomly stopped calling Steve 'daddy', because he is now just 'dad'. As is 'DA-ad. Come ON! Let's GO!'.
I mean, come on. She is almost three, here, not almost thirteen. Don't we deserve another couple of attitude-free years?
(When we were at preschool meet and greet this morning, though, I think she reverted back to 'daddy', so all may still be right in our world. For a few more days, anyway.)
She invents entire narratives in her head, with no input from the rest of us. She talks to herself (as she told us last night, when we tried to figure out what she was saying in the backseat on the way home from dinner), and she doesn't want to tell us what she's saying.
She knows all of the words to the 'I Feel Better' song from Doc McStuffins. I don't know all of the words to that song, and I've heard it enough that I should.
I have two (kind of loud) necklaces that are the exact same, with the exception of color. I wore the yellow one today, and I had to double check with her to see if I'd worn it last week, or if I'd worn the pink one, instead. She told me I'd worn the pink one, and she was right.
It's nice to have that kind of help, since my own memory is obviously shot right now.
She wants to play Go Fish. All. Of. The. Time. Which, you know, isn't annoying at all (insert sarcastic tone, here), and she constantly tells me she's 'kicking my butt' at it. I have plans to introduce Elf on the Shelf at Christmas time this year, as well as an Advent activity calendar, and I'm always wondering if she's going to get the story behind the elf or want to participate in the activities, but she will. Because she is this little person of her own, now, whether I think she should be or not. She has imagination and memory and creativity and opinions, and it is the most awesomely amazing thing I've ever seen develop. But it's also the most heartbreaking, because yeah...she's growing up.
I want to do nothing but hold her, and squeeze her, and kiss her cheeks, and cuddle with her on the couch for hours at a time, but she's never been a fan of that before, and she's even less ok with it now. So, I settle for whatever kisses she'll give me, whatever 'I love you mom-mom's I get as I'm leaving for work, and I'm happy with those.
And I just try to ignore the rest of this getting older thing that keeps happening whether I want it to or not.
(And, at least I can comfort myself with the fact that although she's growing up, and she's developing a little diva-ish attitude that I can't seem to fight, she's not the kid that, when asked why she wouldn't tell her new preschool teacher goodbye as we were leaving today, yelled 'BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE HER!' in front of a bunch of strangers. So, there's that...)
(Seriously, that poor mom. She was mortified. And I'm sure it didn't help that the other 7 or 8 people standing around at the time couldn't keep a straight face at the announcement, but you know...we're only human.)
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
School Days
Last night, Steve and I went to a parent orientation meeting for Brigid's preschool (a small class of almost three-year olds run by the church right across the street from our house).
Tomorrow, Steve, Brigid, and I are all heading to that preschool (again, small class, two teachers, a tenth of a mile away from us) for an hour of teacher/classmate meet-and-greet time.
Friday, we will be expected to drop Brigid off at that preschool (right across the street, seriously), and LEAVE HER THERE FOR THREE WHOLE HOURS WITHOUT US AND WHAT WERE WE THINKING AND OMG HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS?!?!?!?
You guys...
This is NOT going to be a good experience for me, is it?
Tomorrow, Steve, Brigid, and I are all heading to that preschool (again, small class, two teachers, a tenth of a mile away from us) for an hour of teacher/classmate meet-and-greet time.
Friday, we will be expected to drop Brigid off at that preschool (right across the street, seriously), and LEAVE HER THERE FOR THREE WHOLE HOURS WITHOUT US AND WHAT WERE WE THINKING AND OMG HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS?!?!?!?
This is NOT going to be a good experience for me, is it?
Thursday, August 23, 2012
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