Our Girls

Last night I was taking Our Girl up to bed when she had this to say: "Daddy, BT is lost. He's in the house somewhere, but I just don't know where he is." I then proceeded to bound up the steps and turn on all the lights in the house. This incident was only slightly less creepy than when Our Girl was in the tub and said, "I can hear BT coming up the stairs." BT freaks me out.

That's right! Our Girl is going to be a big sister. Mommy's due date is March 18th. We have scheduled a c-section for that morning. All is well with Mommy and the new baby. Our Girl does not know of the development yet (it's too far in advance)...but Mommy and Daddy can't wait to tell her the news.

Friday: Picture it, Rock Bridge State Park. Mommy, Daddy and Our Girl walk the trail toward the Devil's Icebox (that's the name of a cave by the way). On a wooden railing next to the trail they spy the following: A white, fuzzy caterpillar. Our Girl stops and gently touches the caterpillar and says the following with a fully straight face: "Mommy, look it's so wonderful." A few seconds later she says "It's GORGEOUS!" Now, having seen this caterpillar with my own eyes I could have used several adjectives to describe it. Personally, I would have stopped with white and fuzzy. But at any rate I would never have reached for "gorgeous" to describe a many-legged, black-mouthed insect. Clearly my Girl and I do not share the same view point with respect to bugs. SATURDAY: Our Girl made several mentions of B.T. You may ask what BT is. We would like to know too. BT is apparently a figment of our girl's imagination. Let me tell you what we know abo...

Our girl's aunt and uncle went out for a night on the town. This lead to that rare and momentous occasion: cousins sleep-over! That's right, two two-year-olds, one precocious six-year-old, a frog, two babies and a bear ALL nestled snug in their sleeping bags for a long autumn's nap. Everyone went to sleep, everyone was happy and ultimately the world may never be the same again.

If it's October, it's Pumpkin Fest. Our Girl, Grammy, Gramps, Mommy, Daddy and about 40,000 of their closest friends descended upon Hartsburg for the rite of fall. Our Girl was practically perfect and hit all of the Pumpkin fest traditions. There was the obligatory picture in the pumpkin patch with steroidally large gourds. There was the eating of the Pork Kabob. She took a nose-first dive into pumpkin parfait. She dominated Hartsburg. Above is a picture of Our Girl in the pumpkin patch - this is the first time in her life that she has actually smiled for the Pumpkin Patch Picture. It's a Pumpkin Festivus Miracle! Things always tend to get a bit out of hand in Hartsburg. This year was no exception. Our Girl got a new blue bracelet, which excited her to no end. Why you ask? Because it's blue. Anything blue will do. As she says: blue is my favorite! Hard to argue. But the bracelet was not nearly enough. She also got (as a gift from her Grammy - to Mommy's delight and...

Here is our girl with her cousin. She LOVES to swing.