Watching the Waves

Though it took a little while for her to warm up to the idea, Caitlin did decide after a while to wade in the waves. We forgot her bucket and shovel at home so we had to keep her distracted so that she would not try to “borrow” the bucket from the family next to us! A red, white, and blue star did the trick!

Our Little Star

 

 

 

 

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Linking Up...

Daddy’s (Irish) American Girl

Red, White, and Beach

I had to work on Saturday – the second and final all-day training for school. When I got home the Irishman was all dressed and ready for a picnic dinner at the beach.  The weather was not cooperating though and we had to post-pone our trip. Sunday after Mass though we were able to squeeze in our first hour at the beach in a couple of months.

The Irishman insisted that we all wear red, white, and blue. Somehow the upcoming holiday snuck up on us, and we had no photos to show for it! Which meant we again went to the beach with multiple outfits planned…Caitlin was just happy not to have to wear a bunny costume this time!

 

The belly shot for the grandparents. At 34 weeks I am feeling beyond huge these days!

 

We stopped a stranger on the beach to have a family photo taken…the Irishman wanted a family picture for the blog header. Not quite a smile from the little one, but it will do!

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Baby’s First…

The Irishman told her it was time for her bath and she put up her finger and shouted, “No!” at the top of her lungs. I thought it was funny that I happened to snap a photo at exactly the same moment. We knew it was coming, but boy is it here! She now has a new favorite word...

(And yes, she did take a bath!)

Fluffy Friends

“If the person you are talking to doesn't appear to be listening, be patient.

It may simply be that he has a small piece of fluff in his ear.”

-From Winnie the Pooh

Little Miss Mango Collector

My grandparents have a very large mango tree in the backyard. During the summer, the tree is overflowing with ripe mangoes…and it can be quite a lot of work. My grandmother has taken bags and bags of mangoes to a local shelter…and bags more to family and friends.

Caitlin loves to collect mangoes from the backyard. It is like her own personal Easter Egg hunt each time we visit. She will go back outside again and again looking for any mango she might have missed.

(This was her second or third trip into the house on Sunday!)

I showed her these pictures yesterday and she shouted, “Ball!” She will eat a little bit of cut up mango, but she doesn’t quite realize it is the same thing as the balls she collects from GGB’s backyard.

She’s a great mango collector!

Elmo is Everywhere

We stopped at Babies R Us this weekend to pick out an infant carseat. I was picking up a tub of playdough toys while we were there when Caitlin pulled a box from the bottom shelf. Cookie cutters are okay, but Elmo, Cookie Monster, and Big Bird finger puppet molds? Come on now, Mom!

(This was right after the Irishman and I had both worked on a Saturday which meant Caitlin had her first successful babysitter experience so there *might* have been a little parental guilt involved…)

There are lots of goodies to play with!

We’d planned to go to the beach after nap time on Father’s Day, but that decision seemed to single-handedly have led to the first rain we’ve had in months. Bring on the playdough!

She’s great at filling the box, but then wants to empty it right away…

This set was such a big hit that we’ve had to hide the box until we are ready to play with it again!

Bump

Yesterday afternoon I got a call from the Irishman about thirty minutes before camp was over. He started with, “I don’t want you to panic.” Those are never good words to start with…

He’d gotten a call from the nurse at Caitlin’s day care saying that she’d fallen and hit her head. They thought we might want to take her to the doctor to have it checked out. Of course I was on the phone with him at 5:01….and the doctor’s office closes as 5:00. He picked me up from work and we rushed to pick her up.

We stopped first in the nurses office only to find out she’d gone back to her own classroom. She was thrilled to see us both there and didn’t seem bothered at all by the big bump on her head.  Her teacher felt terrible, but we know Caitlin plays rough – she fell and bumped her head off a toddler sized bookshelf. They said the swelling had gone down a lot after they put ice on it.

The Irishman really wanted to get it checked out anyway. We stopped at the first urgent care center only to find out that the doctor had to leave early so they were closing…right then. Not so impressive. They told us where to find another place that would be open until 8pm. After driving all over town and waiting about an hour and a half, we were given the all clear.

We hadn’t had dinner yet, so we picked up pizza on the way home. (A certain little girl we know loves pizza with black olives.)

As we left the doctor, the nurse handed Caitlin a little pink teddy bear wearing a t-shirt advertising the clinic. Caitlin LOVES this bear. She held onto her the whole time she ate her dinner last night, carried it up the stairs with her, slept with it last night, and held her tight as she ate her Corn Flakes this morning for breakfast.

Thankfully everything has turned out okay…and Caitlin made a new friend out of it all!

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In unrelated news, Happy ER Day to the Irishman! I can’t believe it has been 9 years…love you!

Father’s Day Pancakes

At Sunday Mass this week, Father started his homily by recognizing the fathers in the room. The priest started by asking for those who had been a father for at least 80 years. There were two gentlemen who raised their hands. He then cut it in half and about half of the men in the room raised their hands for being fathers for 40 years. At 20 years, another quarter of the men raised their hand. There were a couple for 10 year, one for 5 years, and no one at 2 and a half years. Then he split it one last time for 1 and a half years. The Irishman raised his hand from the back row. The priest made a big fuss and said, “LOOK! We have one in the back row there!” and everyone (including the 1 and a half year old herself) clapped. Can you tell it is an older more mature parish?

After Mass, Morgan decided he wanted to go out for breakfast.

While we were waiting for our food, we sang some songs.

“The wheels on the bus go round and round…”

“Out came the sun and dried up all the rain…”

And played some games.

“Peek-a-Boo! I see you!”

(I forgot the cameras at home so I hijacked the Irishman’s phone to take these photos!)

After breakfast we stopped at Target where Caitlin picked out a bottle of Coke for her father. (She also tried to get him a package of hotdog buns and a can of soup, but I suggested he might not like those as much as the soda…) From there we stopped by to wish Caitlin’s Great-Grandpa Boo a happy father’s day before heading home to take a nap. Even the cats slept!

I have to say that I really enjoyed the day, and I just hope the Irishman had as much fun as I did!

For the Dads

I fell in love all over again when I saw them doing this at breakfast this morning. I feel fortunate to be married to such a wonderful man. The Irishman is an amazing dad!

We send our love and thanks to our fathers and grandfathers on this Father's Day! Thank you for everything!