Reagan and the Water Park

Reagan seems such an old soul to me.  I don't know.  I forget sometimes that she's only two.  More like a little adult who doesn't yet know English.  She loved the waterpark these past few days.  Went down one of the Big Slides with Daddy, even.  She's a water-aholic, this girl.  OBSESSED with water, yet appropriately cautious.  Never cried when splashed in the wave pool, or when she accdientally went underwater, even though she obviously didn't like for it.  Brave, I guess would be the word I would use.  Resolute in the face of scary circumstances - never panicky.  And never reckless like her brothers, either.  A healthy respect for water, aware of it's dangers, and loving it all the same.  SO different from two little daredevils who could be literally near drowning, and still have not the slightest fear of the water.

Another Developmental Milestone

Just now, Reagan put her own pants on completely by herself, for the first time.  YEAH!!!  She really is growing up.  An independent thing, she tries to make her own breakfast, get her own milk, and wash the dishes.  I'm happy for the milestones, but... slow down there, girl!  You're my baby!!!!

It Begins

The girl is FAR from potty trained, BUT... Reagan has been asking to sit on the potty lately.  And taking off her own diaper when it's wet, bringing me a new one, and attempting to wipe her own bottom.  I'm sensing "clues" here.  MAYBE she's ready to start training.  It was a dark, dark period in our lives when the boys went through potty training - a process that took over a year and a half, and still is not "thorough" at age six.  I'm still changing a heck of a lot of sheets around here.  I'm glad she's ready to try, but I  shudder at the nightmare potty training was last time.  I've heard girls are easier, and I HOPE that to be true.  Because I can't GO THROUGH it again.  I can't!!!  I've still got nightmares from the last time!!!

Tidbits

Just some things I want to remember about my little girl - random images I want to burn in my brain to pull out through the years and smile:

Reagan, dancing and prancing with her brothers, around the living room, by candle light, laughing to Christmas music during our family Advent wreath time.

Reagan, making the MMMMMMM sound when she kisses every member of the household goodnight.  Twice or three times.

Reagan, insisting on holding Daddy's AND Mommy's hand during the Our Father at church.

Reagan, insisting on being surrounded by a stuffed dog and her blanky when going to sleep, when first waking up, and mostly throughout the day.

Reagan and Quinn sledding on our front hill.  How that girl loves to be outside!  Even when her hands are freezing cold!!

Bursts of English Part 2

In the continuing saga of Reagan's language development... yesterday, I caught her pushing the door to the garage shut, and yelling at her brother in perfectly clear English:

"SHUT THE DOOR!".

She may have heard that one a time or two.  These bursts of completely clear, understandable English are so radom, and interspersed between so much gobbledy-gook, it ivariably takes me by surprise.  Every. Time.  And so far, she's said each phrase once and one time only.  Which would make me think that I'm hearing things, if it wasn't witnessed by other reliable ears in the room.