Lullabies

Out of the blue, Reagan has started asking me to sing her a song before bed.  No one, and I mean NO ONE has EVER wanted me to sing to them before.  I find it incredibly endearing that the sound of my off-kilter, off-key voice soothes her to sleep.

That, my friends, is love. 

Tidbits

Reagan's current "entourage" includes 5 blankets, 4 pillows, 6 stuffed animals, a princess doll, and a sleeping bag.  She takes them around with her wherever she is in the house.  It's the entire contents of her bed.  She often uses a laundry basket for transport.  And she can't go to sleep without every.single.thing.  She is a mound at night, with the sleeping bag as a "fork" (fort) on top, draped over the lot. 

We may have a hoarder on our hands.
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Despite saying it three times a day for her entire little life, Reagan still does not yet know the words to our grace before meals.  Not a problem in her world, though.  She loudly proclaims "grace grace grace grace grace grace" throughout the entire thing, in complete rhythmic unison with the rest of us.  And really... isn't that what we're asking for anyways? 
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Reagan's hair.  It deserves a blog of its own.  Good grief, child.  My thin stringy mixed with Rob's straight stringy,  formed..... Reagan's ultimate, break-off the moment you look at it, microns-thin, tangle-iscious head of horrors.  Looking back at pictures, I see that it was much thicker a year ago than it is today.  I've had friends from India suggest I shave her bald and start over, with generous dollops of almond and coconut oil.  It's what they do there, they insist, and look how beautiful and thick their hair is!!  And it is true - they have beautiful, thick, luxurious hair.  But genetics may have a little to do with that. 
I honestly don't think I need to shave her head.  At the rate she's going, she'll be bald on her own in the next month or so anyway.
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Last week I realized that virtually NONE of Reagan's clothes fit her anymore.  She's always been petite, so we've gotten by with 2T's well into her 3rd year.  But the high-waters, short sleeves, and crotch-at-her-knees jammies just weren't cutting it anymore.  So I cleaned out her drawers, and then took her on a trip to the consignment store.  7 shirts, 4 pants and $11 later, she's stocked for the new season!  I DO get more "use" out of clothes than most mothers of toddlers, I admit.  But getting over a year out of something really might be pushing it!

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Reagan and I have found common ground in the television department lately.  While folding laundry, Reagan snuggles up next to me, and we watch "Cake Boss".  The girl is obsessed with birthday cakes, and STILL talks about her "castle cake" from her last birthday, 4 months ago.  Daily.  Honestly.  "Reagan had a castle cake.  Mommy made a castle cake.  Castle birthday for Reagan."  Makes me feel good that I put the effort into that thing, because it obviously meant a heck of alot to her!  And she LOVES Cake Boss!

Who's Yo Daddy....

Went swimming last night.  Reagan didn't want to come out of the locker room.

Mom: "We need to go now, Daddy and the boys are waiting for us!"
Reagan: "Which Daddy?"
Mom: "Did you just ask which Daddy?"
Reagan: "Yeah.  Daddy with brown hair?"
Mom: "Uh.... yes.  Your Daddy with the brown hair."

When we finally left and found Rob and the boys out in the hall, Reagan smiled.

Reagan: "There's Dadd wi' brown hair!"
Rob: "As opposed to the OTHER one with blond hair?  What have you been doing while I'm at work, Mom?"

Learning From the Big Brothers.... a little too much

Spent all morning cleaning, only to find a pile of blankets, pillows and stuffed animals in the middle of the living room room floor.
Mom: "Who made this mess in the living room?  Reagan???"
Reagan: "Well, DUH!"

Good grief.  Although wholely an appropriate statement (who else in our testosterone-laden house would leave a pile of PINK blankets in the middle of the living room???), I didn't appreciate my three year old sounding like a seven year old boy.

Mini Me

 Today, after counting to three to her brothers when they were not focusing on getting ready for school, little Miss complained that they didn't eat their vitamins.  Then, she took a shower with me, pretending to shave her legs.  Next, she sat down at the dining room table with her toy computer, one of my breakfast bars, a tablespoon of peanut butter and glass of milk (hers had a straw), and blew her hair dry with my old hairblower. 

HMMMMMMM.  Where'd she learn to do all THAT???

Who needs a mirror when you've got a daughter.......

Nap Time for Daddy

Daddy laid down on the couch for a few ZZZZ's.  Reagan, ever the thoughtful child, decided to "help" Daddy nap, by providing him with the same entourage that SHE insists on whenever she naps.  There's a grown man in that pile there somewhere, I swear. 

A Quote After Snowmobiling

"Mom, das AWE-sum!"

I think she liked it!