Future Architect

I predict, based on her two-year-old personality, that Reagan will grow up to be an architect.  She builds towers out of anything she can find.  And she's pretty darn good at it, too!  Today's example, from the contents of my bathroom cupboard.....

We'll see in about 20 years or so if my prediction comes true. ;)

Chess

Reagan just got into Rob's chess set, brought me the Knight, and said "MOM!  MOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Hee Hee. 

Survival Instincts

I suppose it's nice to know that, if Reagan and I were home alone, and I fell off a ladder, lying unconscious on the floor for hours on end,  that my daughter would not starve.  She would simply push the ladder over to the cupboard and help herself to some Pop Tarts,while Mom lay motionless.   She's a survivalist, that girl.  Helps herself to whatever she wants from the kitchen.   I'm trying to find the silver lining in that trait.

A Girl and Her Hat

Reagan Reagan Reagan

I don't video tape Reagan enough.  She's growing so quickly, I'm going to miss something.  I take mental snapshots of her all the time - wanting to freeze these precious moments, even as I'm groaning at the mess it's creating for me.    She's this HUGE personality in a tiny package; a tornado, leaving a trail of Matchbox cars and apple cores behind her, and I want to remember every little thing, because I know it's not going to last.  I want to remember that she loves to growl like a bear and chase her brothers around the house.  When they let her catch them, she rolls around on the floor, laughing hysterically, trying to hug and sit on them at the same time.  I want to remember how she spits toothpaste and purses her lips tight while shaking her head,  because she HATES having her teeth brushed.  I want to remember how she dances and dances, how she pushes stools up to the counter to "be in on the action", how she wakes up every morning by saying "MMMAAAAMMMAAA,  MMAAAAMMMAAAA!"  I want to remember how she brings her bowl of soup into the living room, because she wants to be in the same room as me during lunch time.  How she LOVES to sit on my lap and have books read to her, and loves to sleep with books.  Never a doll.  Just a blanket and a book.  I want to remember how she begs Dad to swing her upside down in the evenings, and how she calls both her brothers "guys".  She still can't tell them apart, and when giving them kisses at bedtime, will often kiss one twice and forget the other one, because she thinks she's kissed them both.  I want to remember how she squeals and says "pup", and how she is fascinated by balls and Thomas the "choo choo".  SIGH.  My baby. 

 I suppose I can choose to forget that she also unloads the file cabinet, fills cups of "water" out of the toilet, and  tries to ladel boiling water off the stove top. 

The Terrible Two's

Reagan has been very... two... lately.  Which is obviously age appropriate, but a challenge none-the-less.  She pushes a stool up to the cupboard and helps herself to anything she pleases.  She tries to pour her own apple juice. She plays in the sink, soaking herself and everything in a four foot radius.   She gets into my makeup and paints her face.  She puts an entire roll of toilet paper down the toilet and tries to flush it.  I just found 5 CD's in my printer, and ripped book pages on the floor.  She unloaded a drawer of the file cabinet onto the floor that I spent literally FOUR HOURS cleaning this past weekend.  Napping has been sporadic, and she sneaks into the cookies at every chance.  It's non-stop.  Adorable chaos at every turn.  And she's my "calm, well-behaved" child.  I am in trouble.