Sunday, January 30, 2011

Tired Girl

Bed at 5:30 pm last night for little girl.  It's 8 am now, and she's still sleeping soundly.  That's one tired chickie!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Outdoorswoman

Little girl SOOOOO wants to go down the big hill like the boys.  Those tubes go way too fast, daughter.  I'd like to keep you in one piece!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Best Buds

Reagan is undeniably a "Grandpa's Girl". 


New MIlestone

Long awaited gross motor skill observed today while Reagan was dancing....
jumping!  Both feet left the ground.  I saw them!  Better late than never.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

The Heist

Reagan is an incorrigible cookie thief.  She pushes a stool up to the counter, opens the tupper ware container, and sneaks off with a chocolate-butterscotch chip.  If I catch her "red handed", she starts running away, cackling like a supervillain, and hides behind the couch.  Or, equally as devious, she bats her little eyes, hands me one too (like she was planning that all along) and says "cookie, Mama?"  She definitely uses her cuteness to her advantage.  Watch out world.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Ballerina


I think we have a ballerina on our hands!  She discovered the tutu today, and transformed into a graceful swan (well, almost).  And can I just say... Sammy is one cute puppy dog.


Thursday, January 6, 2011

Budding Papparazzi

What goes around, comes around. She's got a pretty good idea how a camera works, since she's had her picture taken ONCE or TWICE.




We have a Climber

Reagan has, all of a sudden, turned TWO.  As in the Terrible Two's.  She is pushing stools up to counters to sneak food, play with butcher knives, flood the sink, and help herself to whatever out of the refirgerator.  She runs away when I catch her, laughing hysterically, and hiding not-so-subtly in the corner with her face against the wall.  She kicks during every diaper change, screams when I comb her hair, sticks out her tongue when I try to brush her teeth.  Getting her dressed, you'd think I was KILLING her.  She doesn't mind clothes, just doesn't like having to stay still long enough to get DRESSED.  Her vocabularly lately has consisted primarily of "ME ME ME" and "OW".  The volume has increased dramatically over the past few weeks, to the point where most things are done as a YELLLLLLLLL.  She's been such an easy baby up to this point.  Where's my sweet little girl???