Go Irish!

As is to be expected in a household where both parents went to Notre Dame, the brainwashing has started early in these parts...

For those of you that aren't quite as familiar with the Notre Dame Victory March as Brigid is (or, you know, quite as familiar with Brigid's unique dialect as Steve and I are), the subtitles:

Cheer, cheer for old Notre Dame

Wake up the echoes, cheering her name

Send a volley cheer on high

Shake down the thunder from the sky

What though the odds be great or small

Old Notre Dame will win overall

While her loyal sons are marching

Onward to victory.

GO IRISH!!

Tickle my tummy...

Remember how much fun it was to feel your stomach drop when someone pushed you really, really high on the swing?

And once again, I'm left wondering where exactly my baby went, and who this totally awesome little person is that took her place...

I see a Rhodes Scholarship in our future...

Because, obviously, my child is a genius.

New Hat

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

Video Proof...

Remember when I said Brigid had a killer ghost impression? I wasn't kidding...

Please just ignore my squeaky voice at the beginning of the video, and just focus on the awesome giggles at the end of it. Goodness, that kid is a ton of fun...

Monkey Says What?

We don't use words in our house. We prefer to communicate through noises...

My mom always said I lived in a zoo...

Dance Party!!

Have I talked about the toddler dance party turned dizzy bat game recently?  Because I now have video evidence of just such an event!

Granted, it's crappy iPhone video evidence, but she doesn't exactly give me a heads up when she's in the mood to dance, so I go with whatever I have available...

 

 

Special Disclaimer: No babies were injured in the filming of this video, although after that last fall behind the chair?  She jumped up and proceeded to faceplant into the little step leading to a slightly raised portion of the room just beyond where she was.  I don't think she was too happy with that portion of the dance routine...

Our yard isn't playset ready...

...but that doesn't mean Brigid doesn't deserve a swing, at the very least!

Steve installed a toddler swing under our deck, and Brigid was kind of a fan, but only to a certain point. 

If Steve pushed her at just the right height?  Oh, the giggles!  

If Steve pushed her too high? Sad face.  And whimpering. 

If Steve allowed her to slow down too much?  Loss of interest almost immediately. 

She's very picky, that child, and we seem to cater to it.  I hope we're not setting ourselves up for a lifetime of unreasonable demands, because right now?  I don't see us telling her no anytime soon.  Especially not when there are giggles involved.  We're not made of stone, you know...