Logging Time in the Playhouse

As I have 27 hours into the construction of this playhouse, I'm STRONGLY encouraging Reagan's use of it.  I set it up in her bedroom,  she napped in it this afternoon, and snuggled in to sleep in there this evening.  Three hours logged, little girl.  A minimum of twenty four to go.

(Chocolate) chip off the old block

7 am in the Aho household.  Mom, still in bed, overhears the following:

Reagan: "DAD!  Reagan wants CHOCOLATE!"
Dad:  "Go get Mommy.  She'll get you some chocolate."
Reagan: "NO!  Mommy's busy!  Get me CHOCOLATE!"
Dad: "Don't believe that Mommy's busy.  Get that Mommy out of bed."

Tough night when a gal wakes up with a severe chocolate craving first thing in the morning.

Singing in the Morning

Reagan: "Mommy!  Sing Elmo!"
Mom: "La la la la.  La la la la.  Elmo's song!"
Reagan: "NO!  F C H G!"
Mom: "Oh.  ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ.  Now I know my ABC's, next time won't you sing with me!"
Reagan: "AMEN!"

hee hee hee

Big Step for Little Girls

SO PROUD of the little Miss!  She insisted on sleeping in underwear rather than pull-ups last night.  Insisted.  So, I let her try, assuming I would be changing sheets this morning.  But NOPE.  She woke up bone dry, for the first time ever.  Wowza.  This whole potty training thing has been so..... easy.  No stress.  I haven't really even tried to do anything - she's done the whole thing herself, essentially.  I bribe her with a few M&M's and that's about it. 

YEAH, baby girl!!!

Like Grandma

Grandma and Grandpa watched Reagan most of yesterday while I was at work.  She came home last night repeating one of Grandma's favorite sayings....

"Oopsy-daisy!" 

It's 8:03 am, and she's already said it at least 10 times.

((smile))

Prayers

Reagan LOVES to say prayers.  Grace before meals, Advent wreath prayers, night-times prayers.  You name the prayer, and she'll insist that she's in charge of it.  She makes sure everyone is holding hands in a circle - rounds everyone up,  ensures everyone is ready to begin TOGETHER  ("Not ready yet, Mom! Okay.  Now."), and then, because she doesn't know any of the words, repeats loudly, in appropriate rhythm,  "NYAH NYAH NYAH NYAH."  I try hard not to laugh.  I really do.  But it's like saying prayers with Charlie Brown's teacher  every time.

This blog is not going to do justice to how cute it really was....

Reagan, in her little chirpy voice, when her feet slipped off the coffee table where she had them lazily propped....

"HOLY COW!"

Reagan, sounding like Alvin and the Chipmunks, when the microwave dinged saying my hot apple cider was ready:

"Mom, it's ready!  HOLY COW!"

:)

"Cheese Me!"

Reagan played house under a stool for a good 30 minutes tonight.  At one point, she called to me, and said "Mommy!  Cheese me!"

I've been around the block enough to know that cheese me means get out the camera and take a picture.  Usually the little girl is in too much motion to pose for a picture, but when she is trapped under a stool, and really proud of her new "house" -- she poses just fine and dandy!!!