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At the Hop

Written on August 6, 2010 by Bridget in Bridget Blogs
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I was at BlogHer last year, and I hope to be there next year.  Did you hear that it’s in San Diego?  I’ve always wanted to go to California!

But this year?  I’m joining in Robin’s Annual Blog Hop!   I met Robin at Blissdom this past February.  She waltzed up beside me in a session and introduced herself.  Something magical happens when one Southern blogger meets another.  She pulled my drawl out of hiding and made me feel like an old friend.  That’s her…warm and inviting.  And since I’ve been reading her blog I can add inspirational to that list.  You should definitely go read her archives and add her to your feed reader.  She’s a keeper, I tell ya!

I’m supposed to be telling you about myself though, aren’t I?

  • Well, I am the mom of 3-soon to be 4!  (5 year old boy, 4 year old girl, 1.5 year old boy, and we find out in 8 weeks the gender of #4)
  • My husband is a pediatrician.  He contemplated starting his own blog and did a test run here.  People seemed to like it, but he decided that blogging wasn’t his thing.
  • I love photography and I am in the midst of doing Project 365, although I haven’t updated my flickr stream in a several days.
  • I write about whatever comes to mind…each of my kids, family, crafts, self-esteem, old memories, new memories, faith, recipes, or just whatever I want to write about.
  • I am a chronic project starter.  That does not mean I am a chronic project finisher.  I would love to be…maybe in oh, say 18 or so years??
  • My favorite spot in my house is my chair in the morning.  For about 30 minutes the sun shines through the big arched window and makes it nearly impossible to see my computer screen or anything else…I take that as a sign that I should stop what I’m doing and enjoy the moment.  Occasionally I drift off to sleep, but usually that’s when I pray.
  • I love my children to death, but could not be a homeschooling mom.  (I’m proud of and impressed by those of you who do!)
  • I can not WAIT for school to start on MONDAY!!!!!!!!!!  Squee!!!!!!!!!!
  • I don’t “Squeeee!!!!!!!” very often.
  • I am sad that I didn’t plan my pregnancy better.  I will be missing Blissdom ’11 because I will likely have a newborn or be very, very pregnant at that point.
  • I am not a big name blogger.  I do not have a massive following.  And I’m not sure that I want those things.
  • I do have a handful of devoted readers whom I love.
  • I am a horrible commenter.  Sorry.  I want to comment, but I don’t.  I’m trying to be better about that.
  • Today I am going to be a great commenter!

Now, off to blog hop and comment!

Go to your room…until tomorrow!

Written on August 5, 2010 by Bridget in Bridget Blogs
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I said it in a moment of frustration.  Carter wasn’t being bad, just really really annoying.  And I couldn’t handle it.

I considered a timeout for myself, but realized that would probably mean that Captain Destructo would demolish the house.
(I’ve never seen a 20 month old that can destroy as quickly as he can!)

Honestly, it didn’t seem to bother him at first.  I left him in there for a while and heard him singing his heart out.
But then…he heard me call the others for breakfast, and panic began to set in.

“Mommy!  Mooooooommmmmy!  Moooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*cue tears*

I got the other two settled at the table and walked into his room.
“What Carter?”

“If I’m in my room all day and all night until tomorrow, how will I eat and not die?”
(He’s always been a little dramatic.  I have no clue where he gets that trait.)

“Well, I was thinking I could just slide your food under your door and you could eat in here.”

*long, long pause*

“So the only thing I can have to eat is pancakes?  That’s not very healthy.”

How could I not laugh at that?
So we talked about wise choices and unwise choices.
We talked about things that aren’t bad, but aren’t good either.
And then he joined us for breakfast.

And I felt bad…because I just lectured my child about wise choices when I didn’t make one myself.
(Luckily he hasn’t caught on to this irony yet.)

When We Were Four

Written on August 2, 2010 by Bridget in Bridget Blogs, Our Photo Gallery
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When we were four, we learned so much more.  -Lydia Ivey

Dear Lydia,

I can not believe that you are four years old.   There are times that I feel like you should be older.  I tend to lump you and Carter together, expecting you to do anything he can do.  You keep up, that’s for sure!  You are so smart and determined…and that’s a wonderful combination!

In one week you will start Pre-K.  You were supposed to go to a preschool program that was just 4 half days a week, but the opportunity became available for all day, all week school and I took it.  You’re ready.  You’re so very ready.  I know you will do well, but I have to admit that there is small part of me that’s sad.  I was looking forward to lazy afternoon naps with you.  We’ll still nap on Sunday’s I’m sure!  You are my cuddle bug, and there are few things more wonderful than naps with you.

As I went through your pictures of the last year, the most drastic change came only a few weeks ago.  You got a haircut.  Gone are those long locks and gorgeous curls.  I was hesitant about cutting your hair because we all loved it.  But I love the new look, and you love it.  I only wish we could still do double french braids.   I miss the double french braids.  And pig tails.  But it’ll be a while before we’re able to do those again.  Why?  Well, by the time you are old enough to read this, I’m sure the story about your hair will be of legendary proportions.  I’ll admit that I did not initially find it amusing, but in retrospect…I can’t NOT laugh.  You and Carter were playing super hero.  You wrapped yourself up in the curtain in your room and he, the greatest hero of all, came to your rescue and yanked the terror-inducing curtain and a huge plug of hair from the center of your head.  You didn’t cry, you laughed.  I know it had to hurt, but the absurdity of the situation obviously struck your funny bone.  I’m giggling as I type, actually.  How in the world was my little Carter strong enough to pull out a clump of your hair???  Oh, well…what’s done is done.  And your haircut fits your personality.  I dare say there’s even a little more sass in your step these days, complements of the new do.

As I write this, I’m listening to you and Carter play.  Such active imaginations!  You love to play house.  You love to be a mommy-to your dolls and to your brothers!  Asa adores you, his “Mi-Mi”.  Carter calls you his best friend.  You are my sunshine, and Daddy’s little girl.  We all love you so much!  And you are so special.

For your birthday you had to choose: birthday party with your friends or horse riding lesson by yourself.  You chose the horse, and I’m so glad.  It was so much fun watching you enjoy that, even if I did step in horse poop with flip flops.

Happy birthday, my little sunshine!

Love,
Mommy

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