What Reagan does While The Boys are in Piano Lessons....

.... in a nutshell.... she rocks out in the car, and screams at her brother.

How Rumors Get Started

Reagan: "Mommy, Sammy dead."
Mom: "Yes, sweetie, Sammy is dead."
Reagan: "Daddy shoot Sammy.  BAD SAMMY.  Sammy dead."
Mom: "NO!  Daddy didn't shoot Sammy!  Sammy got hurt and died!"
Reagan: "Daddy shoot Sammy.  Sammy dead."


Oh great.  That's just what we need her going around saying - that we shoot our dogs.  Poor Sammy. 

Hiccups in the sink

Reagan was being silly at bedtime tonight (stall tactic?  Absolutely), thinking it was HILARIOUS to call her night-time prayers "grace".  After about the 10th time, she made herself laugh so hard, she got the hiccups.  All of a sudden, she jumped out of bed.

Mom: "Where are you going?"
Reagan: "The kitchen!"
Mom: "Why?  It's bed time.  You need to get in bed."
Reagan: "Reagan put hiccups in sink!"
Mom: "You need to put your hiccups in the sink?
Reagan: "Yes."
And there she went.  I found her on a stool, leaning over the kitchen sink, hiccuping.  WHAT?  Where was this coming from?    Then it hit me.  She thought hiccups were the same as vomitting.  OOOHHH. 

I tried to do some explaining, but I don't know how much she understood.  And it took some heavy coaxing to get her back to bed and leave the sink behind.

Silly girl.

Mommy Daughter Day

Every once in awhile, the laundry needs to be left behind, the floors need to stay dirty, and the dishes need to continue to rot soak in the sink.  Today was one of those days.  Turning a blind eye to all the housework that obviously needed done, Reagan and Mommy decided to have a day to ourselves.  We went to the local indoor park and played dinosaurs, slid down slides, swung on tire swings,  and built a block castle.  Then, because all that playing makes a gal hungry, we feasted on Chicken McNuggets and a yogurt parfait. 

The dishes didn't disappear while we were gone, but Mommy's learning to let it go, and allow us these precious moments every once in awhile. 

Flushed

At grandma and grandpa's house the other day, we heard a horrific scream from little miss.  I know this child's screams, and this one definitely wasn't "my brother is touching me", or the usual "I want a cheesestick" scream.  This scream was pure. terror.  I jumped up and ran into the bathroom, where I found Reagan jacknifed in half, knees to ears, up to her shoulders in the toilet bowl.  Poor thing had fallen in. 

Now if that isn't terrifying, I don't know what is.

A Diego Education

Reagan is a HUGE Diego fan.  Sometimes it surprises me how much she knows about animals, and then I realize.... Diego.  We were playing with the animal cards today, and one fell on the ground.  Reagan promptly said "Puma fell down".  Puma?  Really?  I picked it up, and sure enough... it was a puma.
So then I wanted to know how many animal names she really DID know, so I started quizzing her.  The basics were a cinch - bear, monkey, spider, seagull, alligator.  But then she also knew puma, jaguar, cheetah.  She didn't know tapir ( I wouldn't have either).  When I showed her a picture of an armadillo, though, I had to laugh.

Mom: "What's this, Reagan?"
She looked at it quizzically for a second before giving her answer.

"Pillow pet!"

:)

Singing in the Shower

Our musical daughter, in a rousing performance.... could it be?  An Aho who can SING???

Dancing in the New Year