The little Princess Magpie otherwise known as Morgan or Moo Moo or Moogers (rhymes with boogers)  and sometimes called love-bug or precious (even when I see the horns holding up her halo) turns 3 tonight at 9:36 p.m.  She was born almost 5 weeks early and I endured 22 hours of hard labor including almost 5 hours of pitocin without any epidural or pain killers for her laboring mother.

Not bragging there - just saying.

She has turned out to be the most amazing person and is so intelligent (hey, humor me here, will ya?) that she scares both Mr. H and I.  The things that come out of her mouth make me laugh on a daily basis and most days it is several times a day.  She has such a wonderful and different way of viewing the world that it is refreshing and I celebrate her uniqueness.

This afternoon, right after we got through reading "Curious George Rides a Bike" for the thousandth time, I was softly singing her "Happy Birthday" and scratching her back (which is her most favorite thing when she lays her head in my lap) and when I got done singing she lifted her little blond head and said "Dainty birthday  momma!  It's a dainty birthday."

Am I ever in trouble!