Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moo

There are basically two sides to Morgen's life as a three-month-old. On the one hand, there is her life at home, the most exciting part of which for her is perhaps the choice of which finger and/or plaything to suck on at any given moment.

Then there is her life when she and her parents venture into the outside world, where she communes with her contemporaries (like her new friends Rafe and Wilfred) and, on occasion, encounters gigantic beasts ... all while sucking on her fingers. Ah, the complexity of life!

Sure, I said she wouldn't always be dressed all "girly"

But who can keep that kind of promise when they have a little girl? Here are some pictures of Morgen in her super girly pink bunny jumper. And, in case you have (like me) been hungering for some action shots of the star of this blog, I also include a special shot of Morgen flying, and some of her day on campus, lunching with my friend Margot and watching Gavin's baseball game, also in a pink girly outfit. Today, she wore blue to make up for it, but still manages to look girly in her sunhat.

Great Visits

This is for my Aunt Debbie, who won Morgen over by singing and chanting "Debbie's the best aunt, the only one you need aunt, the greatest great aunt." Maybe some day Debbie will be there for Morgen the way she was there for my brother when he got a pike and fish hook stuck in the muscle of his thumb when we were kids. Long story. Involves my failed attempt to release Eric from the fish with a pair of hedge clippers. Hey, if that's not thinking quickly under pressure, what is? Too bad we didn't have Telehealth Ontario back then. As it was, Debbie was our ambulance. Thanks Deb - we love you!

A Snuffly Milestone

I heard it first, in the early morning, when even the birds couldn't suspect its presence, because they were alseep. Not so our little girl, and not so this surprisingly mobile, light yellow baby booger that was peeking in and out of her left nostril. "Baby Morgen," I said "did you have a nice sleep?" "Snuff, snuff, yawn" said Morgen. I looked, and there was the cause of the snuffling.

Later, I noticed it again. "Snuff, snuff, snuff!!" said Morgen (or more precisely, said Morgen's nose), when we were playing with Mortimer the Moose. A half-hearted swipe at her face did not retrieve the booger. It dodged my weak attempts to oust it all day. In fact, it was still there when Daddy came home. And it's probably there even now playing peek-a-boo with Gavin as he changes our happy baby. Some day I may become the mom who picks her infant's nose, but not today. Hail the victorious crust of mucus.

Photos! (Finally)

Here are two photos that we recently retrieved from Jessica's father's camera. Four generations of Lovetts!


Fortunately, nothing as exciting as the arrival of an ambulance and fire truck to wake a sleeping baby happened this week. Unfotunately, that means that those of you who wait with breathless anticipation for our next blog entry have been a bit underwhelmed by our recent output. So, to bring you up to speed with all the groundbreaking news: Morgen is bigger than ever (look out, Olympic gymnasts, she's catching up fast), the parents are tired as ever, and (drumroll please) Jessica has a new hairdo for the first time in ...

In other news, Morgen is beginning to develop her own musical tastes. She really likes '50s rock 'n roll (I sang Johnny B. Goode to her a capella, which she thought was hilarious), and she also seems partial to John Denver songs. In this particular photo, she is listening raptly to my somewhat-less-than-brilliant version of "Rocky Mountain High".