And now she's grounded until she's 24...

Yesterday, my darling child went to the pool with Steve to meet up with our neighbors, who'd been out of town for the last few days. Steve technically went because Brigid really likes to swim with her little friend from next door, but I'm 99% certain he actually just wanted an excuse to drink beer with his little friend from next door.

Either way, I had the house to myself for awhile, so there will be no complaining from me.

But then he came home and told me that Brigid had more or less chased her buddy (a one and a half year old boy who probably thinks she is CRAZY right about now) around the pool before planting a big kiss on his lips. And when I asked her why in the world she would DO such a thing when we ALL know that boys have such TERRIBLE cooties?

Because me 'ike it.

I've...well, I've got nothing.

I swear, they go to sleep like this:


And they wake up as the pool flirt.

I (hopefully) find out what baby number two is tomorrow, and for the first time, I'm actually kind of hoping it is the boy everyone keeps telling me that I should want. Because I am just not sure I can survive two of these little creatures...