Snow Lover

When the kids get off the bus in the afternoon, Reagan is always the last one in.  To the point where I need to ask her brothers if maybe she forgot to get off the bus, or was left behind at school.  Invariably, they answer "No, she was right behind us.  She's probably just playing in the snow."  And then I go to the window, and find this.... little girl, either just lying there in the snow, and digging herself into the snow, or just... reveling.  Every Day. 

She loves the snow.  Good thing.  Because we've got a little.

The perfect size

According to Daddy, Reagan is now the perfect size to be his own, personal "misogynist" (don't ask).  So, for future reference, 47 pounds and size 2 feet make for just the right pressure distribution.

Pity Party

Reagan got her feelings hurt by her brothers last night.   Which, unfortunately, happens far too often around here.  She fled to her bedroom, and hid behind her bed.  Mommy went after her.

Reagan: "Nobody loves me in this family."
Mom: "Not true!  I love you!"
Reagan: "Well, you're the only one."
Mom: "Daddy loves you, too."
Reagan: (pregnant pause). "He won't give me chocolate".

It's high time that the men in this family realize that the way to a woman's heart is through chocolate ;).