No Young Niece or Nephew for this Child, Please

Well, Baby Brigid had her one-year checkup on the 14th of March. She is just about 19 pounds and 29 inches tall and received three shots, so she was a little cranky and feverish as a result. She is healthy and happy and doing very well. The doctor asked Jack if she had five or six words by now. It's funny, but we hear her say things all the time. I don't know if those five or six words are things anyone else would be able to understand. We know she says Mah mah and Dah dah; she says kitty in her own way; she says doggie in her own way. She says mah mah when she wants to nurse and pats my chest. She says uh-oh when she drops something, and she says her cock-a-doodle-doo and peek-aboo in her own way. But all of these things may not necessarily be something anyone else would understand. She also does a lot of sign language that we understand.

We celebrated Brigid's birthday a few times so far this month, which goes along with the Birthday Month mantra. Baby Brigid continues the mystery, having received a rose on her birthday from a secret pal.
No one has owned up to being the mystery rose sender, but it started with Margaret's first birthday and has continued uninterrupted for her, Patricia and now Brigid. Hmmmm, the mystery continues.....
As previously reported here, we had a wonderful celebration at Michelle's house;


And on Brigid's actual birthday we had a nice ice cream cake along with the birthday song. She pouted and started to cry a little but dove right into the cake with aplomb.

Tomorrow we have the third installment at which time grandparents and godparents gather to celebrate together. I won't be spoiling the surprise when I say she is receiving a jogger from Grandma and Granddad Downs and a new high chair from Mommy and Daddy. The old high chair is going up to the lake, where all old furniture goes to die. It's serviceable but 12 years old and showing its age. It looks dirty because the vinyl seat covering is worn off in places. So, we're getting her a new pink Peg Perego chair that will last another 12 years. Let's see: Margaret will be 12 on May 1. 12 years from now, she'll be 24. It is possible that this high chair will live to see a grandchild sitting in it. I can't believe I just wrote that. The thought has made me shudder.