The Snuggler

Reagan is a snuggler.  Without a "bubble".  She craves touch, really.  Even at dinner, she tries to crawl into my lap instead of eating in her own chair. Constantly hanging on and climbing on Mom.   So, with the advent of this new bug that I've contracted, and it's subsequent "no touch" precautions, Reagan has struggled.  Mightily.  She asked me last night "Mom!  When can we snuggle again????"  I nearly cried.

"Just a few more days, sweetie.  Then we can snuggle.  Well... February 10th.  That's a few more weeks."
"WEEKS?!?!?" she cried in despair, and ran out of the room.  It's killing her.  And me.

So, last night while I was on one side of the couch wrapped in a blanket, and she was on the other side of the couch wrapped in a blanket, she shyly touched my foot with her foot. 

"Is this ok, Mom?" 

I smiled.  YES.  And she smiled.  And we were both happy and content.  For now.  But come February 10th, watch out.  Mama's gonna snuggle. 

FINALLY. A snowman!

Every year, I have to beg and beg and beg for my children to build a snow man.  They are, for some reason, extremely anti-snow man.  Or complain that "it's not good packing snow".  Well, with our warm temperatures this week, that snow can PACK baby!!  Reagan took pity on her poor mother and made this masterpiece!

Adjectives - Overheard

Reagan had a play date with two friends today.  They were wondering what to do.

Reagan: "I know!  Let's go get Gunner!"
Clare: "Why do you call him Gunner?"
Paige: "Because he's more than a Gun!"

Yes.  He's Gunnier than just plain Gun.  Too funny.

The Diary

I hope I'm not violating her privacy too much, but I love seeing what's going on inside Little Miss' head, and these words are too precious not to preserve in some form.  So SHHHHHHHH.  Don't spread it around.  But I'm documenting her diary right here.