"Eaver"

Reagan's new favorite word?  "Eaver".  Like "beaver" without the "b".  She says it all.the.time.  I don't know what it means, but it starts the majority of her sentences these days...

"Eaver I like to eat oranges."
"Eaver I play soccer."

I think it's kind of a mix between "ever" and "even". 

Eaver.  Hmm.

Church

Reagan, on the way to church, was distraught.

Reagan: "Mom, church is so BORING to me!"
Mom: "Reagan, church is not boring...."
Reagan: "Yes it is!  It's SO BORING to me!"
Mom: "Well, if you understood what you were doing at church, I don't think you'd find it boring...."
Reagan: "Yes I would."
Mom: "Reagan, you're visiting Jesus!  You're worshipping Jesus with all the angels in Heaven during church!  Maybe you could look around the church, and find all the angels who are singing to Jesus with you when you're at church today!"
Reagan: "PHHHHHHBBBBT.  Still boring."

The girl did an actual full raspberry, spit-spraying and everything.  Holiness is a journey, my friends. 

Play Date

The kids had a play date, and these two little girls played HARD.  They were so cute!

 

 

DUH!

Mom:  "Aho children - you may play outside or you may clean your bedrooms.  Those are your only two choices at this moment."
Quinn, Colby, and Reagan: "WHAT?!?!"
Mom: "PLAY or CLEAN.  You choose."
Reagan: "Uhhhh, Mom.  That's not a choice.  DUH!"

Funny.  The boys hightailed outside in no time.  Reagan, on the other hand, cleaned her room. 

The Sleep-mover

Watching Reagan sleep is highly amusing.  She tosses, and turns.  She sits up, fully asleep, and then flops back down.  This is how we found her this morning, head at the bottom of the sleeping bag, legs crossed over her brother's neck...

 

No wonder the girl has a vicious case of bed head every morning!