All about our little Boogers. No, not about the body fluid, about Rory.

I don't believe I've ever mentioned this, while Lorelei's nickname is Rory to most people, in our household she is called Boogers. The thing is she has always, and I mean ALWAYS, had a runny nose. The poor thing got sick within a week of being born, as most of you know of our hospital stay at 3 weeks old, and she just has not learned how to fight all the viruses yet. It also doesn't help that she has an older brother that insists on being all over her and passing on his bugs too. So Dusty started calling her "Boogers" and it has just sort of stuck. We still refer to her as Rory and Lorelei, but Boogers is yet another name added to that list.

Rory has sparked Max's interest a lot more lately. Max has always been aware of Rory, but he has taken an interest in playing with her now. While this is great, what I find so incredibly amazing is how tough she is around him! Max will push his truck right into her or whack her upside the head with his styrofoam sword and she will laugh and laugh and laugh.

I don't know if he has taken on this interest just because, or if it is because Rory is finally able to move around and getting in his way he can't ignore her? That girl is rolling all over the place! Her favorite thing to do right now is to get up on her knees and then attempt to start moving. She's good at pushing herself forward and toppling over, but she hasn't figured out the whole complicated movement that is crawling. So eventually she gives up for a short amount of time, finds a spot to roll to, plays with whatever she wanted to roll to and then gets back up on her knees to start the whole process over. Once she does figure out crawling Max better watch out, because the majority of the time she is moving it is to get closer to him. I have a feeling he isn't going to appreciate his shadow as much as he does now.

This morning when we dropped Rory off in her room he started to flail his arms at Rory. The teacher got concerned and told Max not to hit. Rory on the other hand just started laughing - hard - as if this was an amazing new game. That of course meant Max had to keep it up, so I encouraged him to "tickle" her as it stopped him from swinging his arms at her. The teacher and I just laughed and joked that pretty soon little Miss Lorelei was not going to let Max get away with anything. That girl, she is going to be one tough cookie! It will help me relax more in a few years when she starts dating - well maybe it will.