You Know How Some People Have Belly-Button Fuzz...?

Well, I often have belly-button drool. (Hm, sounds like a personal problem, you're thinking.)

Meg loves tummies. Dave and I often lay down on the floor to play various games with our little girl, and one of her favorite things to do is grab the hems of our shirts and push them out of the way so she can examine our tummies. The next step is trying to blow raspberries. Sometimes she's successful in making a nice, loud one and sometimes not. If she succeeds, this usually leads to repeated attempts, interspersed with lots of eye-contact with Mommy or Daddy and giggles at how much fun this is.

The one down side to all this amusement is that it usually results in a very wet belly for the grown-up involved. The other day, after a particularly satisfying raspberry session, my belly-button indentation was literally full of baby drool. It was... an interesting sensation.

I suppose that, at some point in the future, we'll have to put a stop to this kind of game--people other than Meg's adoring parents might not appreciate the impromptu baths. But for now, we're enjoying the curiosity, the smiles, and yes--the slobber--of our little one.