Who's Your Daddy?

Morgan loves her daddy, there is no question about that. The real question is, who's her daddy? About six months ago, Mo was looking at a picture of Ali's entire family. When asked, "Where's Daddy?" Morgan pointed to a picture of Pig (our bro-in-law and Ryan's "brother from another mother"). We've had fun joking about this.

Morgan does loves her Piggy, and gave him many loves while we were in Utah, but he is not her daddy.

However, Morgan does have multiple daddies...Alison and Ryan. Month's ago, I didn't believe Ryan when he would say that Morgan called me Daddy. But, while we were in Utah, it became very obvious. We are both Daddy. We correct her all the time, but she still insists that we are both Daddy. Here's a typical dialogue.

Mo: "Daddy!" (as Mo gives me a hug)
Ali: "Mommy" (as I point to myself)
Mo: (smiling) "Daddy" (as she points to me)


Even Grandma and Grandpa were sometimes called Daddy on our Utah trip.

Since it's been the topic of conversation with a few different friends lately, and because I'll want to remember this later on, here's a list what Mo is saying these days. (Sorry, it turned out to be longer than I expected.)

Kaia (our dog)
hi or "Hi, hi, hi" (as a greeting or to show happiness, excitement, or contentment)
Daddy
dat ("that's", as in "that's Kaia" or "that's daddy)
guh ("good", as in "good Kaia")
baby
bee (binky)
gee (drink, almost sounds like "gree")
tee (tree)
sit down (she even says, "sit down baby")
baw (ball)
no
day-doo (thank you, she changes how she says it, but always keeps the same tone/inflection)
shoe
gaw or gawk (sock)
baw-ooh (balloon)
pbeek-ah-pboo
chee (cheese, posing for pictures, not requesting the food)
cuckah (for garbage, or any other nasty things she shouldn't touch)
weeee
bye-bye
gaiee gaiee (cousin Grayden, or other children)
snow (means snow & outside)
eye
nose

Words she used to say: please, bear, E-I-E-I (as in EIEIO)

Morgan still grunts or "uh-uh-uh"'s for food, she still growls at Daddy (Ryan) all the time, and talks in her sleep from time to time about Kaia and babies. She says many other cute things, but it's in the Morgan language that we are still learning at a slow pace. Oh, Parents!


Morgan with her four daddies.

Go Utes!!!

We're on a Sugar Bowl high right now. Our Utes just beat Alabama 31-17 in the Sugar Bowl. What a fun night, too bad we couldn't be there in person. Go Utes!

It's been a great year for our sports teams (other than the Broncos)...Real Salt Lake made it to the MLS playoffs for the first time ever, our Phillies won the World Series, and our Utes went 13-0 and once again showed we can compete with the big kids and the BCS is bunk.

Here's a photo log of the game, according to Morgan.

Pregame Excitment

Yummy Snacks


















This is gonna be a good game, Daddy!


















Cheering for the 21 quick points wore us out...


















Okay, let's play again...















Cheering with Grandma


















Snacks with Grandpa















Sweet Victory












How Sweet It Is!

Morning Story

Miss Independent chose her own clothes today. A Philadelphia University Rams sweatshirt (in honor of Daddy) and a denim skirt (in honor of Tayli).























Even though it was hot outside, Mom said it was okay. She only nixed the blue snowman socks (shown in hand).

Within the hour, Miss Independent decided she didn't sleep in long enough and could use a morning nap.

Since Miss Independent had done so well lately at sleeping through the night in her crib (usually for 12 hours straight) Mom thought M.I. would be ready to try a nap in the crib.

Miss Independent did not like it. Miss Independent got mad. Miss Independent became Miss Angry. Miss Angry became fierce like a tiger.

After letting the tiger roar and bang stuff around for a while, Mom decided to investigate. Mom could hear the nearby lamp post being jiggled, but could not figure out the other sounds. The banging on the crib rail was too loud for just a binky.


















The red-faced Miss Independent Angry Tiger had made a mess of her hair and pulled the changing table cushion (from the semi-close dresser) right into the crib with her.

Miss Independent Angry Tiger was tired....tired of being Miss Independent, tired of her lonely crib, and ready to go back to being Miss Dependent.

:)
I love this girl.

Summer Pictures

I still have a lot of fun things to say about Spring, especially family visits, but that will have to wait for now.  We've had a lot of fun this summer.  Life is flying by and Morgan is growing way too fast!  I'd like to add stories to all the pictures, but based on how bad I've been at updating our blog, I'll call this good for now.  It's amazing to think that we've been in Philly for more than a year now, and that Morgan is almost a year herself.  Enjoy!

Our Saturday

Ryan and Morgan have bad colds so we're just relaxing today.  This isn't a particularly funny video, but it's hot off the press (TODAY!) and shows Mo pre-walking and more of her "Gallum" crawl.

Olympic Training

I finally figured out how to change the date on these posts.  This really was June 23, 2008, a momentous day in history.

Never mind that it took nearly 60 seconds to crawl six feet and that she was the only one to finish...she won, and that's all that matters.  Winning isn't everything, it's the only thing.

Daddy's Little Monster

This is another clip where the sound is better than the picture (taken on our regular digital camera).  We have a really nice camcorder, maybe we should use it.

So you think you can dance

This was right before Morgan actually crawled.  It seemed like she thought the head nodding would make her actually crawl.

Kaia watching over Mo

Kaia is a great watch dog for Mo. She is always looking out for Mo especially when it is time for diaper changes (which baby hates lately). We have been trying to get Mo to sleep in her crib lately and Kaia is very concerned when she hears the baby cry. Here are some fun pix taken in the last few months of the two of them hangin' out. The first one was when Ryan told Kaia to bite Morgan's left arm off so she wouldn't be left-handed.

A filthy cougar snuck into my house.

I can't believe mom and dad let this trash into my house. We thought we were doing the church a favor by letting the missionaries come to dinner and we ended up with a BYU football player at our table. Good thing he had a red tie.