New Fashion Craze

Reagan is now 20 months, and her mother's new craze is sundresses. Over the past two days, I have made four of them. Without a pattern, I might add (awfully proud of that...despite the fact that one of my favorite dresses was made too small). In winter, it's crocheted hats. In summer... SUNDRESSES! Don't know how many sundresses a gal needs, but when they're this cute and can be made in an hour or so from the $1 fat quarters at Walmart... why not???

Big Girl at the Table

Reagan refuses her high chair any more. You'd think she'd be fine with it, as it puts her at the same level as we are when eating at the kitchen island. Apparently that's not so. It's stool or nothin', MAMA. She is so DETERMINED not to be the baby. At dinner last night, as we were all gathered around the kitchen island, Reagan reached out hands to initiate grace before any of us did. It was - yes - adorable. She's even trying to make the sign of the cross.

Yesterday her brothers rode their bikes while wearing helmets, and that little girl screamed at me until I gave HER a helmet to wear, too. And then she tried climbing up onto the two-wheeler. It's really hard being little, you know?

Flower Child

I love Reagan's "Pippi Longstocking" look. We really don't have many options for another 'do... her hair is stick straight, and super fine, and not long enough to do much else to keep her hair out of her eyes.

Sand Box Sitter

Reagan at 19 months. The girl oves her sand box!

A Baby's Worth

Crawling in to bed last night, Rob says the following:

Rob: "Baby Reagan is worth more than gold".
Me: "Yup."
Rob: "No, literally. Would you trade her for 19 pounds of gold?"
Me: "Nope".
Rob: "See? Worth more than her weight in gold! I mean, I still think she's cute, even when she's being crabby!"

Absolutely. Just did a little calculation based on the current price of gold per ounce. 19 pounds of it would be $349,600. Would I trade Reagan for $350,000? Nope. She's worth far far more. And she has one whipped Daddy.

19 Months Old

We're on the downward slope towards two, and even though I'd be happy to keep her as one forever, Reagan is decidedly NOT a baby. She fancies herself a very big girl, and is offended (loudly) if treated any differently than her brothers. She shuns the high chair most of the time now, insisting on a stool at the kitchen island like the rest of us. She's a brave, spunky little girl who's not above attacking a five year old boy now and then. At the park today, she was in the bathroom with me, and another mother marveled that Reagan didn't even blink an eye when the toilets were flushed. "My kids were always afraid of the sound!" I informed her that Reagan lived in the equivalent of an auditory war zone, what with two older brothers. Nothing phases her. She is TOUGH. I don't necessarily forsee princesses and pink in her future. I DO forsee soccer and possibly basketball, as she is obsessed with balls. She has taken to throwing her dishes on the ground when she is done eating, which is not an endearing trait. She CAN use sign-language for "food", "more", "milk", and "all done", but usually prefers just to scream loudly until she gets what she wants. She loves to drink out of straws and water bottles. Reagan uses a fork pretty darn well, and can climb up onto the dining room table to tear apart my plant (GREAT). Reagan understands alot of what we say - I can tell her to put a book back on a shelf and she'll do it. If I tell her to go get her shoes, she can. I asked her if she wanted a shower this morning, and she went directly to it. Receptively, she's sharp. Expressively, she hasn't made leaps and bounds, but will say Mama, Dada (or, once, Daddy), Og-og (dog), mmmm'mm (I'm hungry), 00 (shoe), ock (sock), and will smack her lips to indicate that she wants MORE food. She tries to put on her own socks, her own head-bands, and tries to take pictures with the boys' camera.

We love every atom of this little girl's being!!!

Ms. Chow Hound

The girl has yet to break ground on the official growth chart for weight at the doctor's office (I think she MAY just be 20 pounds at nearly 19 months of age), but MAN can she put the food down. She puts her brothers to shame. I don't think it's because she's hungry. I think she's COMPETETIVE. I think she INSISTS on eating exactly what everyone else does, when they do it. The problem is, she actually gets hungry earlier than the rest of us, so she usually eats lunch first, and dinner first - when she wakes up from her morning and afternoon naps, respectively. So a full meal. But THEN, when it's meal-time for the rest of us, she wants to eat.... AGAIN. This means she gets FIVE full meals a day. And at one sitting, she typically eats more than the boys do. Where does she put it??? Today she had SEVEN chicken nuggets and half a can of green beans for "first dinner", and then another FIVE chicken nuggets for "second dinner", plus a piece of cake for desert. "First lunch" was mandarin oranges, a glass of milk, and a bowl of spaghettios. "Second lunch" was demanded soon afterwards by a holy fit that involved throwing herself face first onto the floor. It's ridiculous. She had three full-size helpings of lasagna the other night - more than the boys and I put together. And the girl weighs the same as my right hand. CRAZINESS.