The Things She Says

Current favorite expressions:

"You're a GENIUS!"  I think she thinks that's an insulting term, given the context in which she says it.

"Oh, sick!"  In response to being kissed, in response to dinner, in response to just about anything now.

"DUH."  Well, she says it more like "DU-UH". Kinda two syllables. 

"I don't like your TONE."  (Where'd she hear this one, I wonder?  Mea culpa).

So funny to hear her chirpy little voice, with it's poor intelligibility making her sound even younger than her 3 years, say things that SHOULD be coming out of a teenager's mouth instead of a sweet little girl. 

RICH

Reagan found a penny on the ground this morning.

Reagan: "Mom!  I found money!"
Mom: "Yes, you found a penny."
Reagan: "I can buy something!"
Mom: "Yes you can."
Reagan: "Mom, I buy a hot tub now?"
Mom: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Reagan: "One money, one hot tub!  Hot tub heavy."
Mom: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Reagan: "Mom, we go store now?  Reagan buy hot tub?"

I wish it worked like that, sister.  I really do.

Cleptomania

Little Miss likes to take things, and put them in other things.  I find bags full of Lincoln Logs, stuffed animals, combs, and balloons.  I find find vases filled with water.  I find toy baby strollers filled with shoes.  You get the picture.  Well, lately (not lately - she's ALWAYS done this) she's been taking MY stuff, out of my purse, and then depositing them... somewhere.  It DRIVES.ME.CRAZY.  In April, she climbed up her 4 foot tall dresser and grabbed her jewlery box off the shelf.  Before I even realized what she had done, she had lost the gold and ruby baby ring my own grandmother had given me when I was a baby.  Precious, heirloom stuff that I could not find, even though I tore her room apart afterwards.  I honestly have not vacuumed her room since this happened, afraid that it would sucked up forever. 

Last week, she took my cell phone, my camera charger, AND my iPod.  The tendency towards high-end electronics is a bad turn.  NOT GOOD. 

Well, since Saturday, I am please to report that I have found 3 of 4 missing items!!  My cellphone was found in a tea-pot during our Alice In Wonderland Tea Party.  A teapot full of water, I might add.  My camera charger was found in a pink Hello Kitty Backpack, along with 15 children's books, and the baby ring (HALLELUJAH!!  The BABY RING!) I found yesterday, down in our old yucky basement, in a puddle of rainwater.  Yes.  I was doing laundry down there, in the leaky basement, and saw a small little something, and.... there it was.  She must've put it in one of her pockets or something, and it fell out.  On the floor.  In a puddle of rainwater.  If it had gone into the washer or drier, I am sure that it would've been gone forever, in that same vague place that houses all our missing socks.  THANK YOU LORD.

So, now it's just my iPod missing, and I have absolutely no idea what random place I might find it in.  I have checked all logical places, but I have NOT checked all illogical, 3-year old brain places.    I will keep looking.  Let's hope it didn't go down the toilet.

VBS

Reagan started Vacation Bible School last night.  It's really her first "away from Mom" activity, with the exception of the sitters.  I was curious as to how she'd do, so I snuck in to VBS early to watch her in action.  All the VBS kids were in the fellowship hall, singing, dancing - a big group, having a fabulous time.  And there was my daughter - who LOVES to sing and dance - sitting on the ground.  Silent.  By herself.  With her eyes nearly closed.  WHAT?

I asked her later why she wasn't singing and dancing like all the other kids, and she just sighed and said "Reagan TIRED".  She looked tired.  Quinn and Colby insisted that it was because she didn't know the words to the songs, and doesn't really know how to dance, but that just made Reagan start screaming and crying.  At the top of her lungs.  In the car.  ALL.THE.WAY.HOME.

I believe her.  She's tired.

Budding Artist

Reagan drew a fishy today, and a pretty darned good one at that.  Even her brothers were impressed.  Quinn asked who drew the fish, and when I said Reagan, he wouldn't believe me.  "Even the tail???"

Yup.  Good job, little girl!

New 'Do

Reagan has gotten all of one haircut in her 3.5 years of life.  This is because her hair is so thin and frail  it breaks off if someone glances at her funny, and there hasn't really been much of a NEED for a haircut.  The one she did have last November removed approximately .000593 inches of hair, and was more because I wanted my mother to be "the one" to give her haircut, and not because she actually needed one. 

So, imagine my horror when I looked at my darlin' daughter the other day, and noticed a large bald spot right smack dab on the top of her head. 

Mom: "WHAT happened here?????"

Colby: "Oh, Mom, that was me.  It was hurting Reagan, so I had to cut it out."

Mom: "What was hurting Reagan?"

Colby: "The gum.  My gum got caught in her hair."

The obvious question... HOW???... I left unasked.  Really - anything is possible with these kids.  Colby continued.

Colby: "I tried pulling it and pulling it, but it was just making her cry, so I got the scissors and cut it out."

He was saying this as if he was doing Reagan a genuine act of kindness, that he made her ridiculously bald out of the sheer goodness of his heart, to help her avoid pain and suffering.

Mom: "Next time"  (there WILL be a next time, I have no doubt) "you should come and get me.  I'll get it out for you."

When I was cleaning upstairs not long afterwards, I found what I thought was a dead mouse.  Nope.  It was the enormous chunk of hair/gum that was removed from my daughter's already balding head.  Much bigger than I thought. 

Her hair doesn't stand a chance.  It just doesn't.  It's getting shorter and shorter the longer she's alive.