OMG she’s a ginger. She doesn’t have a ton of hair so it wasn’t obvious at first, but we’ve had a few weeks to stare intently at her and she definitely has red hair! This is a bit of a surprise since no parents/siblings between Pip and I have red hair, but by our powers combined we have created a ginger. Now, there are complications. For starters, it’s well known that gingers have no soul (see South Park). And Tim Minchin has educated the world that only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger. This stipulation has led Pip to argue that we are ginger carriers, so we qualify. Like underground gingers? Regardless, I hope it stays because she’ll grow up to be gorgeous with the blue eyes and red hair.
Lorelei looks less like Moriarty to me now. Not just because of the hair, but the eyes and facial expressions. Now I see myself. What mother wouldn’t want to see a clone of herself in a tiny baby (and with red hair!). I included a couple pics in the gallery for reference.
For milestones, well, she lays there most of the time. She’s over the cold, YAY. She still sleeps a ton and is very chill. But her eyes are more aware and focused and curious, mostly on faces. Moriarty is also still devoted to her but is struggling to grasp that being 18” from her face is pleasant for her but 3” is not. We had a great long visit from Lisa Francine who spent a ton of time snuggling and feeding her. They’ve become pals. Lisa Francine and Moriarty played trucks, a lot, and puppets and read books and had a grand old time. I got to show the kids off to a larger Lange crowd at a party at John’s where Lorelei slept and Moriarty educated people on truck taxonomy.
A few magic Moriarty moments to share. He and Pip were at Costco a few weeks ago and Moriarty spontaneously said, “I love everyone I know”. He’s so tender. His vocabulary is increasing in exciting ways. He told me one day, “I stepped on a LEGO but it detached from my foot”. Another day it was, “my pockets are hard to see because they’re camouflaged.” He’s also demonstrating his maturity too. I was busy feeding Lorelei the other morning and told Moriarty I couldn’t play then. When I finished, I found him sorting his drawer of art he’s made into keep and throw piles. He’s already better at this than many adults!