Reagan refuses her high chair any more. You'd think she'd be fine with it, as it puts her at the same level as we are when eating at the kitchen island. Apparently that's not so. It's stool or nothin', MAMA. She is so DETERMINED not to be the baby. At dinner last night, as we were all gathered around the kitchen island, Reagan reached out hands to initiate grace before any of us did. It was - yes - adorable. She's even trying to make the sign of the cross. 
Yesterday her brothers rode their bikes while wearing helmets, and that little girl screamed at me until I gave HER a helmet to wear, too. And then she tried climbing up onto the two-wheeler. It's really hard being little, you know?
No comments:
Post a Comment