She Liked the Other View Better

We moved our room downstairs yesterday and spent a very fitful first night there. We have the crib set up there for now until we dismantle the computer/sewing room and turn it into Brigid's room, and until last night she had been spending her nights in the co-sleeper, at least at first, and I think the expanse of the crib, the strangeness of the surroundings and the sounds from the road may have contributed to BB's antsyness. She was restless all night, and that made it a difficult night of non-sleep for all of us. The upside to this new arrangement is that Patricia and Margaret will get to keep their own rooms and not have to bunk in together; the downside is that Patricia and Margaret will get to keep their own rooms and not have to bunk in together -- they'll be upstairs on their own. We'll see how it works out. As for Baby B., she'll just have to get used to the view through the bars, or we'll have to get used to a whole lot of sleepless nights.

BB had a good day otherwise, spending time with Jenny and the girls before Mommy came home from work. Her crawling is slow and plodding, but she's doing it. Gone are the days you could place her in the center of the living room and return to find her in relatively the same place. She's a' movin' and a' groovin' and seems to be pretty self-satisfied with herself over the whole thing. She's also starting to reach up when you hold your arms out to her to pick her up. And, in case there was any question in anyone's mind that we have the smartest baby in the world, I asked her yesterday "where's the kitty?" and she turned deliberately and looked at Grey, who was lying on the floor in the living room a few feet away. She's fascinated by him and has been trying to make contact at every chance. Grey, on the other hand, isn't interested so much in having his tail grabbed as he is in rubbing by her and sticking his behind in her face as he turns away from her. Baby Brigid remains non-plussed and finds a rear end as engaging as the front end.

Patricia continues to be excited by the prospect of life at Oak Street School, but her excitement hides an inner turmoil. She's already worrying about what to wear on the first day of school and it's two weeks away. She's also worried that her teacher, Mr. Fortin, will be strict or stern -- her words. I fear quite the opposite as Patricia has a way of wrapping her teachers around her little finger. And with her drama queen skills, Mr. Fortin will be awe struck since he's heavily involved in musical theater.

Margaret seems less obsessed with the start of school. I think having Josh there will make a huge difference.
We're still trying to arrange to have the girls visit their schools and meet teachers ahead of time. Meanwhile, classes start at the college on Aug. 28. Where did the summer go? We'll be on vacation that week, but with appointments and orientation and such, we'll be bouncing around a lot between home and the lake I'm sure. It will be nice to have that time before school starts to spend with the girls. I can't help mourn the fact that they won't be returning to St. Peter's, but I take some comfort in knowing that no one else will be, either.