nothing new

I feel like this story illustrates well what it was like growing up in the Clifford household. You see, Tuesday at Christopher's birthday party my dad told us to follow him outside because he had something for each of us in his car. What could it be?


Oh. Boxes of kind of good cereal (note that Elizabeth and I ended up with double Raisin Brans and the boys with sugary delights).

They were on sale, I totally understand and appreciate it, but it's also kind of funny...just like the faces of each of my siblings here:

I particularly love the itty-bitty Casty McScowlface.

little trip to heaven

The very nature of a blog is a little self-indulgent, so I understand that. But still I am wondering how long do you get to go on and on about one particular thing? My Wasatch Back post showed me that people will still get to the end of an entry even with 22 photos so that is really important to know in this world full of important questions.

The birth of Morgan though, might stretch how many consecutive times I can say, "LOOK HOW ADORABLE HE IS!!!!" "HE IS THE FIRST BABY BORN UNTO ANY CLIFFORDS!!!" "ISN'T HE AMAZING?!" before anyone who reads this stops, throws up all over their computer, and is then left with a vomit-keyboard. Yikes! So I don't guarantee I will entirely end my gushing, but I can promise I will slow down. I'm sure I'll have some So You Think You Can Dance thoughts here soon as we approach the top 3 couples and then of course there will need to be pictures of my friends when we do fun activities, so you know...all very important other things.

But our dear family friend Mike took some fantastic newborn photos the day Morgan was born. He sent me a preview yesterday and I have to show them off a bit.





To me, the photos feel the way the room felt as we trickled in post-birth...just the afternoon sun lighting the room through the windows, voices were quiet, my mom and I teared up meeting that tiny person, Tasha was radiant and perfectly content while Christopher seemed a little dazed but oh so happy.

Babies are just amazing...

the littlest birds

UPDATE: He got a name! It's Morgan William Clifford!

So this is the face of the future, a mere few hours after his 4:00 birth this afternoon.


This is Christopher holding the fruit of his loins (why would I actually say something like that?).


This is the beautiful mama.


This is Larrybird signaling to us that he's in the right family.


This is the Grandma Jaynie Pants and Kristen and Logan.


These are the cute grandpas.



There will be more concerning thoughts this new little person I'm sure...

everybody's talkin'

Does anyone else wish responsible life didn't exist? Especially when the break from it involved hiking and swimming and laughing and beautiful people and rain-gutter-firework-bazooka guns and the Cache Valley car show?