My baby has an email address.Okay, there, I’ve said it. Nice to have that off my chest. Now… let me explain… Megan is definitely a baby of a new generation. I have a handful of baby apps on my iPhone. She’s learned to say Moo from PeekaBoo Barn. She has flashcards for vocabulary. Her very first app was a rattle by Baby Toi. She actually has her own iPhone 2.0 at this point (she’s already getting our tech hand-me-downs). She has a handful of photographs on paper in a scrapbook. But she has hundreds of photos up on Flickr and quite a few on Facebook. At that, there are more pictures of her taken with my iPhone than with a traditional DSLR camera. She loves watching movies of herself. Record her doing something cute, then let her watch it over and over, giggling every time the other “Gay-Gun” does. I wonder if this will affect her view of her early childhood memories… Will she think that she remembers what it was like to be 6 months old because she’s seen the video of herself at that age so much? So, as I’m sharing these pictures and videos with my friends, I feel badly because I can’t tag her in the photos, videos, notes, and posts. I don’t feel like my name should be on them… it feels wrong to twine our identities up like that. But I was resigned to let it be… Then the holidays came up. I’ve been managing a baby registry for Megan’s toys and a Amazon Wish List for myself. But inevitably, my friends searched Amazon for Megan Rivers looking for presents for my Techno-Baby. Unfortunately, there’s more than one Megan Rivers out there. And while my friends are smart enough to know that she wouldn’t register for a book on sexual techniques in a Christian marriage, there is another child-Megan out there looking for Thomas the Train. This broke the camel’s back… And so, in order to establish a separate Amazon Wish List, a new email address needed to be created. I heard of this idea as a way to make notes about your child’s development both as a method for scrapbooking and for sharing it with them when they are older. So, to Gmail I went… And now she is dis-ambiguated from the other ‘Megan Rivers’ of the world on Amazon. And now she can be shopped for with the peace of mind all Megan-Lovers deserve.
She’s going to be walking by herself SO SOON!
I just wanted to share Megan’s first go at swinging in the swingset. I’ve been giggling all day watching this.
(missing video originally posted on Flickr)
The really good laughing starts about 50 seconds in.
A good nap was had by all.
She has really pretty blue eyes. And she’ll open them for you one of these days.
The best way to make sure you have a happy wife after the baby is born is to tell her she has a really big head.
Please welcome Megan Istari Rivers!We have a wonderful life, filled with love and friends. We can’t wait to share it all! 8 pounds, eight ounces21 inches long100% fantastic
Wheeling into the operating room. 3:18pmI’m waiting in the next room for Jamie to be prepped for surgery. Next they will have me put on my hairhat and mask. A new father just walked in with his little one. Just got off the last flight. I’m crying.
Flight 351 from L.A. is low on fuel so we’re going around to another loop. The in-flight movie is Short Circuit.