Morgan’s 2 going on 16 and is a constant hand full.

But there are still sweet moments that make you smile.  Like this morning, I had warmed up some dinner rolls for the girls to snack on for breakfast.

I gave each of them a roll and as I was making my coffee I watched Morgan go to take a bite of her bun…

She thought the buns were too hot so she  jumped across the little kids table and snatched up Charlotte’s bun saying “No Guggy Hot!“.

Charlotte started to cry and grab for her bun but Morgan kept a hand on her and kept her back.

Charlotte started to really let loose so Morgan broke off a piece of her own bun, blew on it real quick and then handed that to Charlotte.

As Charlotte was munching away (somewhat content), Morgan continued to blow on Charlotte’s bun… when it was cool she handed it back with a “Guggy bun not hot”.

She sat down and continued on with her own bun.

My coffee was ready and the day got under way.

She knows her basic colours, can count to 5 and can sing Happy Day Guggy.

She still signs ‘thank you’ but verbalizes most other words.

She is totally day potty trained and now likes to sit on the big toilet. Today Morgan and Ashaya played on the computer and with the big exercise ball.

Auntie Berta came and we made playdough animals, worms, and cookies, and danced.

It  has been one year since she came to stay with us one day a week.  What did we ever do without her visits?  Charlotte (Guggy) is now almost one year old.  Morgan is very protective and loving of her little sister.

We can’t wait to have Charlotte on Wednesday’s and Morgan on Friday’s. [editors note: ok, maybe this last bit was added by me]

Her pictures, cards, playdough; her whole being is about Guggy.  If you ask her about her sister she will say “Guggy happy.”  That seems to be more important than – Morgan happy.

They like the bird feed, so Morgan can feed the deer when she feeds the birds.  She seems to take all this wild life totally in stride.

Her favorites are still the many birds, and of course the kitty cats.  We have a gray and white cat that comes to eat now.  We call him Patches.  (Pumpkin and Patches)…

It was like I had murdered one of her friends, which if you love everything like she does, I did.

She just stared and said, “Oh no”, in a very sad voice.  I assured her it was truly okay, that the pumpkin wanted to make cookies and pumpkin bread for her to eat.

She was happy with that explanation.

We were outside in the gorgeous sunshine.  Morgan was sans clothes, as that is the best way to get potty trained.

It is also a really good way to get some vitamin D.  She was heavily sun tan lotioned up.   The lilies, pansies, and clematis were in sumptuous and heady bloom.

Morgan was playing on the front lawn in all this natural splendor, when a huge Monarch butterfly flew toward her.  Morgan’s eyes grew huge and she indicated she wanted to kiss and feed the butterfly.  I told her we should just let the butterfly come to her.  Well, it did.  Right to her, and lighted on a lily right at her hand.  It actually came right to her.

We have the most extraordinary pictures of a tiny, naked nymph feeding this glorious creature of nature.  They were a match made in Heaven.

I looked out the window and there, right where we had been playing seconds before, was Blackie, our resident bear.  He is really big now, but so gentle (looking).

I tried to get Morgan to see him, but she was unaware of what I was so excited about.  I wish she had seen him, but I did take pictures.  We must be very careful in the back yard, as Morgan would just love to give Blackie some very big cuddles.

Her sign language is very strong and demonstrative.  She decidedly wanted to get back to her usual surrounds.  She likes things the way they are supposed to be.  Don’t mess with the status quo.

Today a little orange bunny came to visit.  Grandpa and Morgan had a great time watching it, and trying to get it to eat carrots and lettuce.  Morgan knows how to hop like a bunny.