The Cult of Meg

One of the best things about having Meg home (other than how marvelously world rockin' her arrival has been), is how our community is rallying to welcome her. As I type this there are six people in our living room trading off holding her, and praising her every attribute. And this is day three of visitors. you should have seen Saturday afternoon. We almost had to hire a valet. Oh, and I am not being rude being on the computer, because they don't care if they see me or not. Actually, I am pretty sure I could leave and things would be fine. Meg is the star of the show, and I couldn't be happier. Honestly, if I could climb with Meg to the top of Mount Olympus and hold her out "Lion King" style for all the world to see, I would do it. People have called saying that they don't want to intrude, and that they want to give us time to settle in before they come see her, and I tell them all the same thing -- "we don't want to settle in, we want to celebrate."

My parents are (of course) frequent visitors, as are my sisters, and Luke. I think he and my Dad are having a contest to see who can hold her the most. The other night Luke insisted he couldn't leave because Meg had a hold of his finger. Not to be outdone, my Dad not only came over at lunch time yesterday, but did a "drive by holding" last night on his way home from work.

For her part Meg seems not to mind the hubbub. In fact, I think she sleeps the deepest when the house is the fullest, probably because everyone is so anxious to see her awake. She's a tease like that. She doesn't mind it when people unwrap her slightly to see her beautiful long fingers and toes, and sometimes even spreads her arms out without prompting as if to encourage people to "ooh" and "ahhh." She is a master of turning on the cute, and just when you think she can't pummel you with it more she slams you from the top rope with a sleepy smile or a long sigh and coo.

Meg's cuteness even forced Tara to book a last minute ticket and come in from LA. Funny, there are times I can't even get her to return a phone call. She has been a great help though, holding Meg while we run around the house getting things done, and cleaning up in places we just haven't had time to. The only thing that concerns me is that there is nothing in her suitcase but a Snugli, duct tape, and chloroform.

Oh, and the gifts! I really would not be surprised if someone showed up with gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Ryan has been meticulous about washing every piece of new clothing that comes into the clothes, and that means Meg already has more laundry than we do. Seriously, as of today, we could dress Meg in a new outfit every day for the rest of the year. That is quite amazing considering we only had one onesie in the house this time last week. People keep asking me what we need and I keep telling them I cant imagine we will need anything for this child, ever again. Yes, I know that probably is not true, but whatever else she needs cannot fit in this house right now.

While I do love the visitors, my favorite times are late at night when it is just me and Meg. Every night Ryan tells me to wake him up, and every night I just let him sleep. He has the mornings with her, and so 4am is time just for me and Meg. We talk, and stretch, and sing, and just enjoy being together. It makes the exhaustion well worth it.

Welcome, Meg. We are so glad you are here.