How We Play Dominos

It's less about strategy and more about total destruction-

BOO YA!

Done With Diaper Duty

This post has actually been several months in the making, but I needed to make sure we'd officially turned the corner before I got too excited about our new little phase of life.

2008 brought us the cutest diaper butt you'd ever seen.

2009 brought with it the realization that diapers can actually double as pants (along with a pair of my knee highs, of course).

In 2010, we began to figure out that pants are overrated...and that those handy sticky tabs make for a really quick escape.

By 2011, big girl panties were on the horizon -- it was a slow road, but still progress.

And here we are today! Diapers are out, panties are in, and our landfill is just a little bit fuller.

Through it all, one thing hasn't changed-- all things potty are all things funny!

Good job my little punkin- we are so proud of you! Now if only we could get you to figure out how to mow the lawn...

Having a Girl

With hair long enough to French braid takes me right back to 1987- I can't wait to get Morgan some leg warmers and teach her all about New Kids on The Block!

Roughing It

When I was her age, there were no iPods. We played with rocks, and sticks, and dirt..and we used rotary phones. And we listened to this thing called the radio.

Geriatric Night Out

Leslie turned 32 this week. We celebrated HARD. We rocked it, on a Tuesday, in the suburbs. Some of us even had lemon in our water. One of us brought a rubber chicken. Happy Birthday, Sis...middle age is rapidly approaching.

Nap Time Crap Shoot

Given Morgan's track record of HATING THE WORLD when she wakes up, naps in the car make me really nervous. Imagine my surprise when she woke up ready to party like a rock star. Guess the Jack Daniels in her sippy cup is finally paying off-

Who Doesn't Love The Dentist!?!?!

As a parent, one of my primary goals is for my daughter to enter adulthood with all of her own teeth. Yes, it's setting the bar low, but it's better than nothing. College is pricey but dental floss is CHEAP!

So far, so good!

(Please excuse the blur...by this point, the novelty of the dentist had CLEARLY worn off)

Poo at the Zoo

The day started out as your typical trip to the zoo. Morgan told me all about how elephants use their trunks and then pouted profusely when David told her it was time to go look at other animals.

We took lots of pictures and tried to pretend the animals were in their natural habitat.

Look -- I even cropped out almost all of the fences!!!

And then we found this...a glimmer of hope that our day (and our camera) would be filled with a little extra adventure-
Unfortunately, our hopes were quickly dashed. Either these two are just roommates or someone forgot an anniversary.

Girlfriend was SO over him

So we moved on -- at the end of our visit, we stopped at the gift shop and let Morgan choose an animal. Given the inappropriate amount of time we spent with the giraffes, I was sure that would be her pick. After much deliberation (as well as a lot of pressure from me to check out the clearance area), she finally settled on this:
...the ONLY animal we didn't actually see at the zoo! I tried repeatedly to get her to reconsider, but there was no point. Morgan and her "plamingo" were fast friends.
One last note on our little family outing. Upon waking from this nap, I asked Morgan about her favorite part of the trip. In true form she said, " We saw a mommy elephant and a baby elephant. They made BIG poops and we DON'T step in them!"

Really?!!? Three hours of prime educational opportunities and that was your take-home message? Ain't that some s**t!

Why This Blog Is About Morgan

Because it's generally just too much effort for David and I to look like nice, respectable parents at the same time.

Oh, The Anguish

Morgan: Daddy, where did you go?

David: I just went to the store.

Morgan: Oh! Daddy, I missed you, and my hair's ALL tangled!

For the record, I have no idea how those issues are connected, but Morgan was a hot mess!


Morgan: Here Daddy, smell this --

David (sniffing Morgan's hand): Gross, where was this?

Morgan: On my butt!

Also for the record, we are not a "potty humor" family -- this simply confirms that toddlers are genetically hard-wired to love all things poop. Good thing she's cute...

Water Baby...Maybe

Dipping her toes in the hot tub with Papa got off to a promising start.

However, swimming in the "big pool" was a completely different story...

Step 1: Chest hair=death grip

Step 2: Daddy's shoulders=false sense of security (for both Daddy AND Morgan)

Step 3: Tentative first steps (note: this step lasted approximately 40 minutes)

Step 4: What the hell is this new-fangled contraption?!?!?

Step 5: We're wet and we're STILL smiling!

SUCCESS!

Road Trip 2011

More to come, but I think it's safe to say...

This trip ROCKED!!!

The Art of Negotiating

Otherwise known as "Trying to Get Out of A Nap" -- we've got some demands, some pleading, and even a little incoherent babbling about socks...I think.

Gearing Up for Summer

Touch my cone, I dare you.