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Bridget-isms, 2 years

You know that saying, “It just keeps getting better and better?” That’s how I feel about life as Bridget’s mom. It was no secret for anyone who had ears and spent time around us when Bridget was a baby that she cried. A lot. For any reason. From the moments even before she entered this world, she’s shown that she’s as stubborn as a mule. But, she also has such a sweet and loving nature to her, above all, and it continues to shine through as she grows up.

Two has been good to us so far, and brought lots of laughter, hugs, and everyday moments that I never want to forget. Here is a random selection of recent Bridget-isms:

For an unknown reason, she calls the car air conditioner a microwave, so when we get in a hot car, she says, “Turn on the wave.” As much as I want to correct her so she doesn’t go around telling people we put her in the microwave, it’s just too cute and I want to hold onto it a little bit longer until it’s totally unacceptable for a child of her age to say such a thing.

She.is.obsessed.with.the.movie.Frozen. I’ve learned that this is not uncommon for any girl under the age of 10, but since Bridget hasn’t shown much interest in TV or movies to date, this is a first for us. She’s always asking to watch it, singing “Let it Go” horribly out of tune, and she absolutely adores her Frozen blanket that we bought on vacation. In fact, she carries around two quarters and a nickel she found in the cup holder of my car, and when I asked her what she’s going to do with her riches, she answers, “buy mommy and daddy a Frozen blanket.” Melt my heart, kid.

Bridget is a big fan of taking her Flintstone’s “Witamins.” It’s the highlight of her mornings, and if I didn’t have a good memory, she’d try and sneak in a few more throughout the day.

If you ask her to do something or go somewhere, there’s a 99% chance that she will respond in either of the following ways: “two minutes,” or “soon though.” These must be pick-ups from daycare, and occasionally I find them irritating, but most of time, they just make me smile.

She’s officially in her second session of dance class and could not be more excited. Sometimes we are lucky enough to see her dance moves. And for another unknown reason, music is called “gobble,” so if she doesn’t like the song of choice, she’ll ask us to find another gobble. It’s true: kids say the darnedest things.

Bubbles and sidewalk chalk are summertime activity favorites. We are hard pressed to make it through the garage without a quick pit stop to draw a circle.

Our “I love you” exchanges are my favorite. For instance, this morning when hugging goodbye for work:

“I love you so so much, Mommy.”
“I love you more, Bridget bear.”
“I love you most.”

She’s still quite the collector, from rocks, coins, and sea shells, to sticks, mulch, and flowers (including the few good ones I haven’t yet killed in my plants). It’s been her thing since she was a baby. I wonder what she’ll collect in her older days?

Puzzle games on my phone are a treat we allow every now and then. She can’t get enough…and so I see where the techno-battle begins.

We just recently returned from family vacation. There were enough memories made for its own post, but I’ll share one of the funnier ones. At the water park, just before lunchtime, Bridget was in the midst of a meltdown. We were heading to lunch with the family and Bridget’s BFF, her cousin, Morgan, was out of sight. When Bridget asked where she was, through sobs, she said, “I wanna eat Morgan.” She’s still learning to put those sentences together, and sometimes misses those key words.

Here are some pictures from summer:

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Bridget is 2!

A couple days late, but…

Bridget is two! In her words, “only two.”

I’m biased, obviously, but Brian and I hit the jackpot with this little gal. She’s funny, sweet, smart, ornery, and stubborn. It’s hard to believe she’s now officially a toddler. I’ll always think of her as my little babe.

Happy birthday, Bridget bear!

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A few of my favorite things

When I started this blog almost two years ago, I wasn’t sure what would come of it. More than 100 posts later, none of my posts are on the list of top pins and they certainly aren’t going viral on Facebook. But what it has provided me is so much more: a real-time collection of priceless memories and experiences of our family of three…and hopefully, one day, a glimpse of her life for Bridget through my eyes.

So, here are a few of my favorite Bridget-isms from recent months.

– Bridget can count on her own to 15 on most days. She usually forgets the number 4 and overemphasizes the number 11. My favorite number that she says is 5. I wish this blog had audio recording integrated so you could hear it. Adorable!

– She went underwater for the first time last weekend at swim class. Luckily she was in the water with her much-braver parent who had the guts to try it. She came up from the water with the biggest smile on her face. And then I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

– We recently introduced the timeout corner of our house. It’s often used when Bridget hits or kicks. She’s not only learned what actions result in timeout, but she so graciously volunteers herself to go there when she feels she misbehaves. I am still trying to decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, my inner self chuckles while my stern face remains in tact on the outside.

– She loves yard work. We’ve tried to sneak in a few yard chores between the cold and rainy days and Bridget loves helping. “Bridgey pick up leaves.”

– Warm weather cannot get here and stay soon enough. We live within a 5-minute walk to a park, so we’ve spent every evening above 60 degrees sliding, climbing, and swinging. It’s all fun and games until it’s time to leave, which then requires us to pull out every bribe we can think of to get her home.

– We visit the library every couple weeks to get new “libaby” books. Again, insert adorable audio recording here.

– I am awaken every morning by a cheerful “oh, Mommmmmmmmy”. While I don’t particularly like the time of the wake up calls, I’ll take her as my alarm any day.

– I love singing, and think I sound decent when I do it. I am dead wrong and you can ask anyone who has spent time with me. I can’t carry a tune in a basket. However, Bridget knows no different and has always seemed to like when I sing to her. Until recently. My current jam is Eric Church’s Give me back my hometown. While singing it to Bridget the other day, she sweetly grabbed me around the neck, looked straight into my eyes and said so innocently, “mommy, please stop singing.” Ouch.

Don’t be mistaken. There are plenty of tantrums and meltdowns in-between these sweet moments. It’s not always rainbows and sunshine. But something tells me I have a few more years before I’m at risk of forgetting about those.

Water baby in the making

Bridget’s first swim class was yesterday. I was excited to get her in the water, but a little nervous since she wasn’t so fond of it last summer. I’m not a huge fan of swimming myself, and my repertoire includes doggy paddling and, well, not much else. So, although I secretly hope she’ll follow in my volleyball footsteps, it’s important to me that she experiences a little of everything and finds something she enjoys.

The first 10 minutes were a little shaky. She clung to Brian’s neck like she was holding on for dear life. But once the group’s instructor started singing The Wheels on the Bus, she loosened up, and kicked and splashed, and waved up to her fan club like the show pony she is.

All in all, the first swim class in the books was a success. I’ll think we’ll go back again next week.

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I love you too, Bridget bear

In my time as a mom, I have experienced amazing moments: the first time I held Bridget in my arms, rocked her to sleep, watched her roll over, crawl, and take her first steps. And then there’s the long hug to welcome me when I pick her up from daycare, the conversations on our drive home when she tells me all about her day and we giggle even though neither of us know what she’s saying, and reading her favorite stories before bedtime. There’s the throw-her-head-back laughter when I play “Santa” with bubbles at bath time, or watching her and Daddy knuckle-bump and simultaneously say “boom”. There’s been so many amazing moments.

But perhaps my most favorite is hearing Bridget’s new(ish) four word sentence: “I love you, Mommy,” “I love you, Daddy,” “I love you, puppy.” These words echo through our house, over and over again, and it generates an instant smile on my face every time.

Early motherhood is rewarding in subtle ways. 3 AM wake up calls don’t scream “thank you”. Dirty diapers can feel like a tiresome routine. And the regular hunt for something anything that a picky toddler will eat can be challenging. But then there are these amazing moments that bring you back to reality. The reality that motherhood is a blessing; a privilege; an opportunity to do something meaningful, with greater purpose than your own.

And there’s nothing more rewarding than that high-pitched “I love you, Mommy.”

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Bridget trying on my boots. Don’t worry, she didn’t get far in them.

Bridgey’s got it

Don’t worry, world. “Bridgey’s got it.”

This is what we hear quite regularly at our house when we try to put on Bridget’s coat, help feed her, attempt to wipe her nose, or buckle her seat belt. The humor and reality of this statement raises a mix of emotions for me.

1) It makes me laugh every time she says it. Every time.

2) I’m glad to see her becoming independent, and I know her stubbornness strong will will be an asset in life (when in check, of course). She’s so eager to learn and experience things, and I hope she never loses that desire.

3) On the flip side, her strong will can be very challenging at times. As much as I love watching her try to clasp and zip her coat, it’s not the ideal use of 20 minutes while trying to leave daycare. And I certainly don’t love getting hit, kicked, and scratched while trying to help. :)

4) It’s a subtle but constant reminder that our baby girl is growing up. This sounds so cliche, but it seems like yesterday that she was just our little bean.

You’re right, Bridgey. You’ve got it. And I am so grateful to get to witness it.

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Bridget writing out Valentine cards for her classmates. She had a big smile on her face when she said “Leo”.

Bridget-isms: Months 18 & 19

I haven’t posted about Bridget-isms recently. These past few months have been crazy with the holidays, and that we are waist deep in house projects. (Shout out to my handyman husband who is replacing garbage disposals, switching out fixtures, replacing door knobs, staining cabinets, and the list goes on.)

Meanwhile, Bridget is growing like a weed, literally and figuratively. She’s still in the 100th percentile for height (still not sure where that came from) and she’s learning so much so fast. The 18-month mark was a turning point in her abilities and personality.

Although each stage has been amazing and challenging in its own way, I am enjoying early toddlerhood the most thus far. She’s so much fun, and every week brings something new and fun to experience together. In no particular order, here’s what Bridget’s been up to lately:

– She still loves to read. We read the same books over and over again and they never get old to her. Her current favorites are The Adventurers and Stumped. She gets excited every time we read them.

– She is just loving her Lego blocks from Christmas. It’s the first activity she’s solely independent with, so I was able to make a home-cooked dinner three times last week. Score!

– Her favorite thing to do is color, or as she calls it, “yellow”. She has crayons and color wonder Crayola markers that she’ll just “yellow” away with.

– She knows all the basic colors, so everything she says leads with its color: yellow bus, purple coat, pink hat, blue butterfly, etc.

– We have a lot of tea parties, set with “teapots” and “hot coffee”.

– Brian asked me a few weeks ago how many times I hear “mommy” in one day. I first answered with about 100. Shortly after, she must have said it at least 25 times in a minute. I undoubtedly underestimated. Regardless of the number, it doesn’t get old.

– Her favorite foods are “hot” broccoli, cheese sticks, and cheese balls. I’m not proud of the last one, but sometimes it’s the only way to get through the grocery store. I’ve learned in my short time as a mom that sometimes, you just gotta do what you gotta do, and cheese balls help me do that.

– She loves bath time, and it’s a struggle to get her out every time.

– She’s still an early bird, up by 6:30 every morning like clock work. I would pay to sleep in uninterrupted just one time, but until then, I’ll enjoy morning chatter and cuddles. Listening to her talk before we get her out of her crib is hilarious. For example, last week, she was still saying goodbye to Santa and snowman.

– And finally, my personal favorite: she says her prayers on her own each night before bed. Sometimes you have no idea what she’s saying, but she’s saying something, and that makes me happy.

20 months, here we come!

Sunday Snow Day

Before the Polar Vortex blanketed much of the country last week, we took Bridget outside to play in the snow for the first time. It was a balmy 36 degrees and we had the remnants of the New Year’s snow storm left to play in.

We bundled her up in multiple layers (maybe too many), and pulled her around the yard. She loved every minute of it, and snacked on a few snow balls along the way despite our efforts.

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My mom, Grams, even joined in the fun. Apparently grandparent-hood does crazy things to you. Yes, you are seeing this correctly: My mom in the snow, in capris, with my hand-me-down winter clothes because the woman doesn’t own a single winter clothing item. She’s crazy, I know. But we love her, and so does Bridget.

DSC_2777Here’s to warmer weather, but maybe a few more snowfalls so we can enjoy days like this.

My 2013 magazine cover

For our last date, Brian and I went to see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I am a sucker for Ben Stiller movies, and it was just the light-hearted, feel good kind of movie I was hoping it would be. Without sharing too many details of the plot, it’s a story about the cover image of the final LIFE magazine, and the journey to find the perfect image.

While sifting through the hundreds of photos from 2013 in an attempt to create an album for my sister-in-law for a family photo calendar (sorry, Leslie – I’m still working on that), I came across this photo. It was taken on May 28, the day before Bridget’s first birthday. I was testing out my camera settings before I took Bridget outside for her first birthday photo shoot, while she watched me from the front door.

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It wasn’t planned. She wasn’t dressed in her photo best. And it didn’t make the “album” of my amateur photo shoot. But it makes me smile from ear to ear, while the Lonestar lyrics of “My Front Porch Looking In”play in my head.

My blessings are in front of me, it’s not about the land
I’ll never beat the view from my front porch looking in

If my 2013 could be summed up as a magazine cover, this would be it. The view of big B, little B, and Josie Bear smiling my way.

A big milestone for Bridget bear

Today was a big day in the L household. I don’t often share “bathroom” information, so this is the first and likely last time you’ll read about it here. But, Bridget went #1 AND #2 on the potty for the first time tonight. Cue the applause and cheers!

This was fairly unexpected because we haven’t been pushing the matter; only casually pointing it out and encouraging her to sit on it every now and then. And tonight, it just clicked…twice!

We will see what the coming days bring, but for now, we are just enjoying the mix of surprise and pride we all feel. Oh and this funny photo taken shortly after while sporting her Thanksgiving hat:

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