Sunday Morning Cuteness

It's been awhile since our last installment of "Sunday Morning Cuteness", so thought we'd update.  She's all gussied up and ready for church!

When She Grows Up:

Reagan, when asked what she wants to be when she grows up, typically says one of three things: a unicorn, a dolphin, or a baby.  Sometimes she throws out the possibility of a mermaid, but... generally.. she's got her heart set on one of the other three.  Last night, though, when her Dad asked her if she was going to be doctor when she grew up (she'd been taking care of our elderly dog Morgan all day), she shook her head somberly and said  "NO, Dadd!  I'm going to be a co-pilot!"

He ate that up, believe me.

Lullabies

It's 8 am, and Little Miss just woke up.

Reagan: "MOM!  You sang me a lullaby last night, and then I fell asleep!"
Mom: "Yes, yes I did."  It surprised both of us, as she is a notorioiusly bad go-to-bedder. 
Reagan: "It worked!"
Mom: "Mmm-hmmm".
Reagan: "You sing me a looooooong lullaby next night?"
Mom: "Sure I will."

Reagan: "DAD!  Mom sing me a lullaby!"

Who knew that after all this struggling getting the girl to bed, all she needed was an off-key rendition of "Hush Little Baby".

Sweet girl.

The Good Son

Reagan has taken to referring to herself as our "Good Son".  She refuses to be called "daughter".  And when I ask the boys to do something, and they utterly ignore me (as is their habit)... Reagan is usually the only chid that responds and obeys.  It usually goes something like this:

"Quinn, Colby!  Time for dinner!  Come wash your hands, please!"

No response from the Dynamic Duo.

"Quinn!  Colby!  Wash your hands!"

No response.

"QUINN!  COLBY!  YOU'VE GOT 3 SECONDS TO GET UP HERE BEFORE YOU'RE GROUNDED!"

Reagan: "Mom, I've washed my hands!  I'm here!  I'm the good son!"

Yes, yes you are.

A Dress for Diane

Reagan has been begging me to make a dress for Aunt Diane. 

"A Princess dress.  A beautiful dress that's pink and purple and green.  She will love it!"

I wonder what a grown woman would think if I sewed her a "princess" dress that was pink and purple and green.  I think it would look something like this:



Or maybe this:


Reagan says "Diane will LOVE that".

In Desperate Want of a Hot Tub

Reagan climbed inside my Target Box, looked at me, and said "Mom, will you fill this up with hot water please?"