We would have written long ago, but so little happens that we have had nothing to write. Hours we’ve sat in our free-time, fingers poised to relay the events of our lives, but nothing comes to mind. We’ve finally decided to fill you in on some of the mundane details of our lives.

Lindsey is pregnant. She is due in November. My hunch is that the baby is a boy, but my hunch was wrong last time, so I’m not placing any bets. When asked if the baby is a boy or a girl, the answer is yes.

Lindsey is doing very well in her second pregnancy. She amazes me with her energy and her laughter as she cares for Mirabelle and the other little children at Brilliant Babies. I’m awed by how much she is able to teach Mirabelle.

Little Belly now says “Mo” when she wants food. And “Mi” when she wants milk. Some claim they can’t hear the difference between the two, but we can hear it. She makes an elephant sound to say No, and she clicks her tongue to say something tastes good. She also says Mama and Dada. I used to be very excited about her saying Dada. It brought me a sense of importance and a feeling of being loved by my daughter. But on our trip to Florida I soon learned that I’m not the only “Dada” in Mirabelle’s life. She also uses that name for Geoff’s dogs Guiness and Hazel. The cat Cookie was also called Dada. The only similarity I see between myself and those animals is that Mirabelle terrorized them as much as she terrorizes me. She pulled their tails and chased them around. Most of her chasing is done while walking on her knees, which is one of her tricks and makes for very dirty tops of her chubby feet. A box-ful of fireworks (the big ones we don’t see out here in California) was also called Dada. Had Mirabelle seen the rocket that hit Kellan in the back, she likely would have called it Dada too. A diaper was Dada. Cousins Konner, Ethan, and Morgan were all Dada, as was Grandpa Malcolm, which I don’t mind one bit. From Florida we flew to New York and I found that a man on the Subway was Dada along with the loudmouth behind us at Yankee Stadium. So was a pigeon in Central Park. Lindsey also gets called Dada. So it really must be a compliment.

Mirabelle has recently learned some dance moves. She already has more rhythm than her father. Reggae is her favorite genre to dance to. “If You’re Happy and You Know It” is her favorite song to clap to. Three words into the song and she’s already clapping away. We’re glad to know that she is happy. So are we.

We’ll be adding a lot of pictures of our trips to the East Coast, Seattle, Pismo Beach, and Lindsey’s trip to Albuquerque. Check them out. We love you all (unless you’re just random person, bored at work, wandering onto our site [in which case, we welcome you while feeling somewhat sorry for you]).

Be well.

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