Saturday, March 10, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
It seems that Bridget has suffered from typical second-child syndrome. The poor girl's baby book is mostly empty. On top of that, when Louisa was a baby I used to blog so much more that I have the online record of many of her early accomplishments and adventures, too.
So I am going to try to make an effort to record more about Bridget. I intend to go back and fill in as much of her baby book as I can. And I hope to record more of her funny moments and big leaps here, too.
Like this: so potty training is going slowly with Bridget. I am convinced that she could, at any moment, make her mind up that she is ready to be done with diapers and that would be it. But the child is stubborn. So the other day, Bridget required a change of pants right before dinner. Because she was going to get in the bath right afterward, I put a diaper on her and decided not to put any pants on her. (Keeping is classy, right?) Minutes later, Louisa came in claiming that Bridget had pooped. I went to find Bridget and I asked her, "Bridget, do you have poop in your pants?" Bridget looked up at me, shrugged her shoulders, and simply said, "But I'm not WEARIN' any pants!"
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Speaking of painters, you know what is kind of a giant pain in the rear? Getting your whole house painted. And actually we aren't even doing the whole thing. But all of the first floor aside from the kitchen has been out of commission since last Wednesday and it feels like this project has been going on forever.
It's looking really good (pictures to follow, one of these days) and they are making great progress. But they show up promptly at 7am each day (except Sunday) and start working, and there are fumes and dust and we have to lock the cats up out of the way and remind the girls over and over and over again not to touch anything and to stay out of their way. (Every single morning, the girls go downstairs first thing so that Louisa can say "Hola!" to the painters - practicing her Spanish, you know - and Bridget can say "What your name? Are you paintin' our house? What you doin' with that? Why you doin' that? Are you paintin' that? What your name? Hola!" until one of us ushers her away.)
Anyway, more on the painting later, at this point I just wanted to say: I found my watch, YAY!!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Bridget asked me if she could wear my watch, and I let her. (Side note: I lost the watch I've had for 13 years about three weeks ago. I am mostly certain that it is in the house somewhere, because the last time I wore it was to a baseball game. After that night, I have not seen it. But it doesn't make sense for me to have lost it at the game. Anyway, I've been wearing a different watch - one with a band that is far more adjustable than my typical watch.) So, she's wearing my watch around on her little arm and suddenly she stops, looks up at me, and says: "It's forty-forty!" No kidding.
That's kind of... odd, right?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Originally uploaded by carliches
Two days ago, in the morning, I was sitting downstairs eating breakfast with Louisa and Bridget was upstairs with Bill. It was nearly time for me to leave with Bridget, so I left Louisa sitting at the table and went upstairs to brush my teeth. When I got upstairs, I discovered that Bill was in the shower, and Bridget was in her crib. It seemed a bit odd that Bill had put her in her crib while he showered - she's really old enough now to just wander around be herself for that amount of time. She was just happily standing there, though. She smiled up at me and said, "night-night!" with this devilish grin.
At the time, I just scooped her up and went on with my morning. But then the next day, while Louisa and I were out bowling, Bill walked into Bridget's room to find her standing in her crib. So, evidently, she has learned how to climb INTO her crib all by herself. I have never seen her attempt to climb out of it, maybe because she's typically in a sleep sack when she's sleeping. (Although, now that I think about it, she doesn't wear a sleep sack at nap time.) But does this mean it's only a matter of time before I find her standing right beside my bed when I think she's safely tucked in bed? Or will there be a tell-tale THUD (... WAIL) to alert us to her escape? Oh, this girl. She keeps us on her toes.
Today, though, I took Bridget to the doctor because of the angry red rash on her cheeks. It's a simple contact dermatitis, easy enough to clear up. Especially because - surprise! - once again, the doctor found an ear infection lurking in one ear, and she's going back on antibiotics. This is the second sneak ear infection she has had. The last one, I took her in because she was limping the day after falling off a chair, and her leg was fine but her ear was infected. She just doesn't complain about it, which leads me to wonder if there have been undiagnosed infections that we haven't known about at all.
As for Louisa, she and I went bowling yesterday (because I mistakenly told her that her dance class began yesterday, then realized that it really starts next week. Bowling was a consolation prize for getting her excited about dance class a whole week too early.) It was awesome!! They have shoes that fit her and everything. At first she didn't want to wear the shoes but I talked her into it. She uses the 8-lb ball, and the rails (which she calls the "ball hill") to launch her ball down the lane. I told her that she needs to stay down by the seats when it was my turn so that I wouldn't accidentally hit her on the backswing. It only took one more turn after that until she told me that I needed to stay down by the seats when it was her turn. And then - she got a 60! She got 2 spares! (I got an 86, and at one point I thought she might actually beat me.) I think if she had better rails that weren't bent or if she could learn to roll without the rails, she'd be great. Next time we're going to try with out the rails.