As I was putting the living room in order this week, listening to Gavin read Morgen a bedtime book through the monitor, and humming "Tidy up now, tidy up now, toys away" under my breath, the immense change in my life struck me all at once and I was momentarily overwhelmed. I looked at the impressive pile of books, blocks, rattles, and cuddly things, and I realized that all of it, every last thing, had been gifted to us. 

Not only is my present membership in the mommy club a sort of unexpected gift (as many of you know, we found ourselves suddenly pregnant very shortly after deciding to be 'open' to the idea of pregnancy), but most of the toys, the furniture, and the clothes that our daughter enjoys every day have been generously given to us by friends and family. We are very lucky to have you. What I'm saying is: thanks.  

If you'd been here on Morgen's actual birthday last week, I'm sure she would have expressed her appreciation by trying to get you to eat her cupcake. As it is, she spent a good deal of time jamming cake at her Daddy.

  

Happy Birthday!

It's hard to believe, but one year ago today, Morgen Lovett Hammel made her first appearance outside the confines of the sonogram room. The past year has been a bit of a rollercoaster ride for all three of us - between the numerous trips to the emergency room, the food strikes, the adventures in insomnia - and the coming year promises more of the same, but I can honestly say that, for my part (and I know Jess feels the same), I can no longer imagine my life without Morgen's little face greeting me in the morning.

In any case, to mark this momentous occasion, we threw Morgen a little party in the backyard. It was a lot of fun, and although Morgen did not demolish her cake the way some babies do - she is far too dainty and well-mannered for such a thing - she did take a few tentative bites of frosting. Happy Birthday Morgen!

 

The Princess and the Peas

Alternate title: Morgen versus the peas.

Trial Data (qualitative data only, of course)

Pureed peas = yuck, gag me, barf-o-rama.

Mashed peas = you think you can fool me with this crap?

Crushed individual peas = I'm not THAT stupid. These are PEAS! For crying out loud.

Cut up, but otherwise intact peas = you have somewhat ap-peas-ed me. I'll eat two.

Peas that have been peeled (not as hard as it sounds) = munch munch munch.

I think this child qualifies as a picky eater.

Tipping Through the Tulips

No one tip-toes at eleven months. Maybe next year we can walk delicately around the garden, but right now we simply tip and topple from petal to petal. Is it just me, or does Morgen make an exceptionally cute garden gnome? Something about that snail-print hat and her (unfortunately) Lovett-sized head.

How I woke up today

So tired, even though it isn't very early. Someone is squealing and yelling "Ah-a!" from the other room. It's Morgen calling for her daddy. Gavin sighs, scratches all over, making sandpaper sounds that somehow manage to cover the noise of the baby squeaking and squawking until he leaves the room. Blissful few more minutes of sleep. Then, footsteps in the hallway. Gavin says "Who's that Morgen?" I raise a sleepy hand. Morgen says "Mama!" And that's the best way to wake up, ever.