Morgan had her first hands on experience with fireworks. Being a Merkley, I think she's fated to love them. I enjoyed the fact that my family bought fireworks but then let Erik light them all.
Sam and I watched safely from the car.
Morgan completed her potty training course with flying colors. Golden. Only had one partial accident on a 12 hour road trip but gamely held most of it in. And then my pride had to be punished, because now, more than a month after mastering her waste, she's leaving wet spots on the carpet. Pretty deliberate actions, although I'm not sure yet what she's reacting to. Could be the reduction in candy and stickers, or maybe she's responding to all the travel we've been doing. Who knows. But my pride is humbled and my ire is aroused, because I do.not.like.cleaning.urine. I would rather go back to diapers than clean urine (or worse, feces...shudder) out of the carpet everyday.
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| Ah, the good old days of joyful potty runs |
Sam is Sam. Very laid back little guy.
Morgan is not laid back. She's been taking her aggression to the local splash pad.
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| I should note, this was a serendipitous photo where Morgan is splashing as a little girl ran by. No children were harmed in the taking of this picture. |
Ever my girly girl, Morgan has developed a deep and abiding love for heels. After discovering damage to one pair of mine, I may have to break her little heart and declare them off limits.
While Sam steadfastly remains too lazy to master sitting, rolling over, or anything else on his milestone chart, he has learned to move by pushing his feet while laying on his back. I watched him traverse the length of our couch, and turn and scoot under the armchair. This is him emerging on the other side of the chair.
These two are still friends, although for Sam it's pure adoration and for Morgan sometimes mere toleration.
Sam has finally overcome his overwhelming sucking reflex and learned to swallow food. He's making up for lost time by moving straight from a tentative first feeding to demanding baby food by the bucket load. Yet another strong Merkley trait shining through. I'm starting to wonder if my genes have anything to do with it.
Too tired to think of a clever ending.
THE END
2 comments:
ah yes, the "how to leave a trail of wit behind me" conundrum when ending a post. I hate when the cleverness doesn't come fast enough. My mind usually gives up and thinks, "I don't care anymore. I'm not here to please you people. I've got a blunt, fragmented ending today- deal with it!" But I'm sure those thoughts are more to pacify my compulsive tendencies than to stick it to the masses. Not every day can be clever, can it?
LOVE your posts. Keep it up. :)
You wondered if your genes had anything to do with it? Well you are at least doing a nice job writing about it.
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