She Wouldn't Be a Wright If She Didn't Speak in Movie Lines

Brigid is more than recovered from her illness. She's on the last days of her antibiotice and is full of energy and spunk. She's turned into Sir Edmund Hillary, scaling anything that looks slightly vertical. We're forever taking her down from things, saying, "No, Brigid, don't climb that." She'll go right back to the challenge or find another one to scale. Nothing seems to phase her much. And she's able to tell us as well. Her vocabulary has grown considerably and her curiousity about what things are called has been piqued. She points to things and says her version of "What's that?" And when we name it, she tries to repeat it. She LOVES to point to features on your face and name them. When she says something she claps, as if to say, "I can do it. I said it right." Her pronounciation of some words and sounds is very, very cute. "Horses," or "Horsey" which used to just get the whinny sound, now comes out "Horshes," or "Horshies." She says so much more than I could ever record here, and it's fun to talk to her and get her to say things. She still says "Batabay" for Little Bear, which I absolutely love. "Buzsh" is still Buzz Lightyear, whom we fear she may love even more than Woooooodddeeee. She's seen Toy Story I and II so much, she says dialog right along with the movie, which, of course, puts her in good stead with the Wright family. How can she survive visiting the Wrights and not be up on her movie trivia and favorite movie lines? Actually, with Margaret and Patricia doing their part to keep the family traditions going, she'll get along fine.

Speaking of Margaret, she did manage to go to her rehearsal for the concert Tuesday night, although her throat was very, very sore. The concert Wednesday blew us away. She performed in the chorus and played her flute for one number; then she took the stage for the 7th- and 8th-grade chorus performance where she read a monologue about Russia during World War II because the first number they played was about the Russian struggle in 1941 and how the war was almost lost on the Russian front. Very haunting and powerful. They then played a march that was incredibly uplifting and had a lot of flute. I teared up I was so darned proud. She only started playing and taking lessons just a year ago, and she's come so far. Have to give a shout out to Auntie Shell, because without Michelle's flute, we could never have afforded one at this time for Margaret to try. Thank you, Michelle, from the bottom of our hearts. Margaret loves it; you should have seen her beaming after the concert!

She's now on the last days of HER antibiotics for strep. Although her throat is sore, it's not SORE like it was. This is her second bout of strep in eight months. Reminds me of me at that age. I hope it isn't a trend.

Patricia has a sleepover tonight with a friend; Margaret is having a friend over for the night tonight. Brigid has a sleepover every night with us. She is still waking at odd hours and crying very long and very loud. Last night, it was just after 2. She started calling Mahmeee mahmeee! I worry because of her bloody noses and her poopy diapers and the fact that she's still just slightly off her schedule. She's also asking for a drink when she wake up like this, so she could truly be thirsty. But then after all she wants is boob. At least I get to get some more sleep. And she's gotten up in a good mood most of the week. Can't argue with that.