Bridget is doing so well. She's growing and growing (like all babies do). These days she's "talking" more and trying to get up on her knees and move forward. Of course, at 3am this morning I wanted to kill her. She just did not want to go back to sleep. She's been stubborn since the day she was born. Obviously, she did go back to sleep eventually -- I'm just glad I could sleep in and work in my pajamas for a while this morning. I would have been useless if I had to go into the office today.
We had a lot of firsts this weekend: we went to Cape May. It should have only been a little over 4 hours to get there, but it ended up taking closer to seven. Damn I-95.
It was her first hotel stay,
actual beach*,
she met a new friend, Evelyn (my college roommate's daughter),
it was her first time on a boat (we took the ferry home),
and it was her first trip to Sonic.
We all had a really great time. Brendan didn't even complain too much about all the walking.
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*The beach at the cottage isn't really a beach
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