What did you say to me?

We have now entered a fun little zone of parenting where Mia can actually tell us what she wants...we just have no idea what the hell she is saying. I am very proud of her for learning several words and for trying to put them to use. However, there are a growing number of times like we had at dinner tonight where she is repeating the same "word" to us and we just keep incorrectly guessing what she could be saying. Inevitably, she grows more and more frustrated with us and we grow more and more frustrated with the situation. By the end of it, she is usually crying and looking at us as if we are the biggest dumbasses on Earth. As parents, we start to wonder if we are falling short on teaching her language skills. Additionally, the guilt of having her in daycare wanders in when we think about the fact that her teachers probably have a much better shot at deciphering her orders than we do. I know this time will pass and I will fondly look back on the days of "bapples" and "melmo". Until then, I suppose we'll just keep on guessing.

Resemblance

Is it just me or is my daughter a mustache away from being Gallagher?

Day 2

Here is an apt depiction of how day 2 at Grandma and Grandpa's went...

Grandma and Grandpa's House

We are down at Meggan's parents' house...are we having fun? You tell me...

Go Pink

As most of you know, October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. It is great to see everyone embracing this very serious topic. Tonight, we came across a fountain near our house that had been turned pink. You will notice Mia has already decided to show her support and wear pink as well...





To echo a sentiment often heard during this month, if you have ANY reason to suspect ANYTHING, please go see a doctor. Early detection is the best chance you have to beat the odds.

Halloween

With a little luck, and by "luck" I mean "a decision to spend more money than should be required", my 67 year-old mother will be wearing this for Halloween...



Yes, that is an Oscar the Grouch costume from Party City. I cannot tell you how excited I am about this. The hope, of course, is that Amelia will be excited as well. There are 50-50 odds on her thinking it is the best thing ever and/or crumbling to the ground in fear. I know where I'm putting my money. Either way, it should make for a good blog photo

Early to bed

It is 9:30 and I am heading to bed. That is what you call getting beaten down by The Man. I might not be able to fall asleep right away, but at least I won't be staring at this computer screen anymore. Today, Work, you won the battle, but you will not win the war.