Morgen has been busy the last few weeks. And I've been lazy. I feel much more tired and cranky at this point in the pregnancy than I did the first time around - and while that is no excuse for leaving our distant friends and relatives wondering if Morgen would ever climb down from the swing set, it has contributed to my lack of enthusiasm for the blog.
So here are two quick shots: one of Morgen looking happy with her dessert (semi-frozen blueberries), and one of her shouting "yippee!" while taking her first ever ride on a pony. His name is Spur. When the ride was over, Morgen said "Thank-you Spur," and "Bye-bye Spur!" and then she pointed to the next pony and said "That one!" We had to explain that, unlike the swings in the park, you don't get to ride the ponies one after another until you've tried them all...she took that pretty well, all things considered.
Morgen finished dinner early yesterday. She was too busy calling for her tent to eat anymore. She then proceeded to run around and/or hover anxiously as her father and I squabbled over who knew best how to put the thing together. Not that we were really squabbling. Everyone knows I've been camping more than Gavin...ok, maybe we squabbled a little bit. But most importantly, the thirty-minutes between the end of dinner and the beginning of bed and bath time were spent in the great indoor-outdoors last night. Morgen discovered the joys of static electricity, played peekaboo through her tent window, and tried to use the inside tent wall as a slide - good thing we're on the ground floor, and that Morgen's diaper has lots of padding. I don't think our neighbours would have appreciated all the thumping, and the kid's bum would otherwise have been very, very bruised. I think she'll be ready for the bouncy castles next time there is a street festival - but if we do take her camping in a real tent, we'll have a lot of explaining to do about how not to knock the thing over.
