Almost

All three kids were in the bathroom brushing their teeth before bed.  Reagan indicated that she wanted to use the potty.  GREAT!!!  GOOD GIRL!!!  She took off her diaper, and I lifted her onto the pot.  She grunted a few times, which was at least a try, and then wanted to get off.  I thought that maybe she was copying her brothers, and wanted to be part of the "gang" - you know - potty peer pressure.  I took a step back, and felt a squish.  OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH.  All over the bottom of my shoe.  THAT'S why she wanted to sit on the potty.  Just got the sequencing a little wrong. 

At least she was in the vicinity of the toilet.

iPhone-mania

Rob introduced Reagan to his iPhone yesterday.  He taught her how to play chess. So funny to hear her little chirpy voice begging for "Chess!  Chess!!!" She actually played a game against Rob.  Quinn asked who won. Hmmm.  If she learns CHESS before she is potty-trained, I am giving up as a mother. 

Rob also taught Reagan to play Angry Birds.  She is surprisingly adept at this game, and can even start it over when the game is done. 

So, if you're keeping track....

Potty-trained? NO
English? NO
Off a bottle at nearly 2 and a half? NO
Proficient at using an iPhone? YES
We're failing somewhere as parents, I think.

Easter Redux

Sweet Little Girl put on her jacket, grabbed her Easter basket which was waiting by the basement steps to be put away, and asked to go outside.  She wandered around the yard for awhile, obviously looking for more eggs.  I threw a couple into the grass when she wasn't looking, so she wouldn't get disappointed.  Obviously that Easter Egg Hunt made an impression!

A Phrase I've been Longing To Hear

Because of Reagan's speech delay, phrases come slowly.  Last night, I practiced with her over and over to get one particular phrase right, and she finally got it.  It's slow and deliberate, and she says it haltingly, with each word separate, but it's THERE....

"I..... LOVE....YOU".
It melts my heart.  I've been waiting so long to hear it.    After we practiced, and she finally said it last night, I cheered, and gave her a kiss.  Then she snuggled down in her blanket, looked up at me and said "Night night, Mama".

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.  I am content.

Mirror Image

I have been wanting to do a photo shoot of Reagan, as it's been awhile.  This pic just whets my appetite ;).

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Hawaii Hair

Reagan turned in to "Island Girl" during our time in Hawaii.  Sand, sea water, and frequent naps while in her carseat led to a serious case of dred locks.  I still can't completely get the rat's nest out of her hair.  Poor girl.  Wonder how dred locks will look with her new Easter dress.  HMMMMM.

Stat Update

When Reagan went to the Emergency Room in Chicago, they weighed her.  She's now 11.1 kilograms, which puts her at 24 pounds.  She's 29 months old, and according to the growth chart, that makes her SOLIDLY in the 5th to 10th percentile for weight!  I am a little shocked at that. She's on.the.chart.  Reagan's had moments on the chart before, but they were always a little skewed - like with a full wet diaper, or some such nonsense. And she never seemed to stay on for long before dropping right back off again.   Reagan was dressed and wearing a diaper during this weighing, so a few extra ounces, but her weight overall just seemed so.... substantial... instead of borderline.  She's on the growth chart! 

Was that worth getting croup to find out, little girl???

Reagan, of course - because we're leaving on vacation - has a cold.  Some kind of croupy-goopy cough.  And every single time she coughs, she looks at me and says "Bless you, Mama".  My heart melts.

God bless YOU, little girl!  Get better soon!!!