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...

4th of July: The Fun Parts

So, remember yesterday, when I mentioned the no-candy-at-the-4th-of-July-parade thing? Well, I'm still not over it. But!

There were some fun parts, too. 

Brigid really loved this balloon, until she kept dragging it along the ground, and it popped. Then she got very quiet, and very shy, and told us to stop talking to her. She was either really pissed about the situation, or really embarrassed. It's hard to tell with her, really...


This might have been taken after we bribed her with the Smarties we 'found' on the ground. I'm not sure she was super smiley before that moment. What can I say? She inherited her mother's sweet tooth.

There was no candy, but there were flags. Lots and lots and lots of flags. We're set on lawn decorations for the next five years worth of patriotic holidays, I think.

So, we've got that going for us, which is nice...

Holiday Blues

The last parade Brigid went to was the Halloween parade across town, this past October. And for that parade, we took her plastic trick-or-treat pumpkin, stood in the middle of the street, and stocked up on candy that absolutely none of us needed, but also candy that none of us could actually say no to when it came flying at us from the passing floats.

So, we were expecting big things from the 4th of July parade we hit up yesterday. In fact, Brigid wanted to bring her plastic pumpkin with her to the big event, but Steve talked her out of it at the last minute.

And it's a good thing, too, since there was NO CANDY at this parade. NONE. There was every, single, freaking politician under the sun at the parade, but no candy.

Brigid was distraught.

'Me can't look at you. Me no have candy.'

(Seriously...that's a direct quote from little miss thing, here.)

Lucky for us, there were some leftover Smarties and a Blow Pop in her diaper bag that we'd scored from my parents' house in Indiana, previously intended for use as air-plane-quiet bribes. We pretended to find them on the ground, and all was right with the world.

But really? Who has a parade with no candy?

Say Cheese.

Hey, Brigid! Smile for the camera!


Come on, Bug! Smile at Mommy!


Seriously, kid. I am not even kidding with you...smile at me RIGHT NOW.


I give up.

Pool Day!

The good thing about having a neighborhood pool is that there is a pool within walking distance of our house that we can use whenever we want, but we aren't personally responsible for the upkeep.

The downside is that we have to share that pool with all of our neighbors, and that's not always ideal if you don't want to hang around with a bunch of people all of the time.

But sometimes...

Sometimes you go to the pool for a few hours on a Monday afternoon, and you're the only ones in the pool, and you get the best of both worlds.






Those are good days...

The Weekend

Sometimes, your kid looks all sweet and angelic as she's feeding the birds at the zoo, and you think you can never love anyone as much as you love her, and if she just so much as pointed at a pony, you'd buy it for her because she is just THAT awesome.


And other times, she poops in the box holding all of the magnetic wooden doll clothes, and you have to spend 20 minutes disinfecting anything and everything that poop might have touched, and if a band of gypsies even glanced in her general direction, you'd give her away in a heartbeat.
Lucky for the both of us, we seem to be short of ponies AND gypsies in our neighborhood right now.

Good and Bad

So, Brigid has spent the last few days getting up earlier than normal, napping earlier than normal, and starting her bedtime process earlier than normal.

And last night? I still didn't get out of her room until after 10PM.

Mostly because I fell asleep in her bed at 9:15-ish, but still...I think we were heading that way with or without my sudden bouts of narcolepsy.

But I've forgiven her. And do you want to know why I've forgiven her? It's because I'm a total sucker.

And she knows it.

Because, aside from her frequent declarations of 'ME NO YIKE YOU, MOM-MOM' when I'm doing something terrible to her (like trying to put her nightgown on her after her bath *insert evil queen cackle here*), Brigid is getting to be quite the suck-up in her old age.

In the last week, I've been told I'm wearing a pretty dress, pretty necklace, pretty shirt and pretty earrings on various days, PLUS she told me I have pretty hair. So, you know, I'm feeling pretty great right about now. I may even let her stay up until midnight tonight, eating ice cream, if she asks me to let her.

Flattery will get you EVERYWHERE, child.