Bloody Pears

Reagan started screaming. 
She rushed up to Rob and I, in utter horror, crying.

"WHAT?!?!?!"  We both asked.
"MY PEAR IS BLEEDING!  LOOK!!!"  And she showed us the evidence, spitting bites of the pear she was eating into her hands. 

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, Reagan, I suspect there's a tooth in that pear somewhere," I said.  And I dug around in the chewed up pear bits until I found it.  One, teeny, tiny little tooth.  Yup.  There it was.

"You lost a tooth, sweetie.  Your pear isn't bleeding."

"Oh," she said, and smiled, showing a gap on the bottom level.  How quickly the horror turns to glee.
"I hope the tooth fairy comes tonight!!"

Birthday Pizza with Grandma and Grandpa

Special Night with Daddy

Once a year, in honor of her birthday, Reagan gets to have a "slumber party" with just her and Daddy.  This is a very rare occurrence, because Reagan is a "mover" and Rob is the world's lightest sleeper.  The combination does not work well together.    BUT... because she begs and begs and begs.... one night year.  

This year, that date just happened to be on Halloween, because her birthday is on a school night, and we didn't anticipate a restful night of sleep.  Rob even insisted that Reagan sleep in her own separate sleeping bag, in an effort to contain her.  But it must not have worked.  The next morning, as she stumbled downstairs with a head full of tangled hair, I asked her how it went. 

She smiled and said "Dad didn't sleep a WINK!"

Not the same thing....

Reagan was climbing all over her brother, who was lying on the couch.

Colby: "Get OFF ME!"
Reagan: "No!  Mom said I could!"
Colby: "Mom did not say you could bug me!"
Reagan: "Yes she did.  She said I couldn't bug you when you were doing homework, which means I CAN bug you when you're not doing homework.  And you're not doing homework."

((sigh))

It's like living with the paparazzi, how my words are twisted and taken out of context. 

Filed under "Proving His Point".....

Reagan: "Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom!  Quinn just called me a tattle tale!"

Goals Achieved

So, the day before school starts, on this, the last day of summer vacation, Reagan accomplished the last of her summer goals.  Good on ya, Reagan!  She has learned to ride a two-wheeled bike, swim (mostly), blow bubbles with gum, read chapter books, AND, as of today.... tie her own shoes.  Far better than her middle-school-aged brothers, I might add.  Quinn said it was because I never sat down and worked with them like I do Reagan, but I call foul on that theory.  I have tried to teach the boys shoe-tying, and they know the basics, but they always end up with these loose, tangled messes.  Reagan's shoe-tying is concise and neat.  Probably because she has fine motor skills that put her poor brothers to shame.  All that crafting and coloring really helps!

Time to set new goals, little girl!!  I'm proud of you!!!

A New Trick

Reagan has learned a lot this summer.  She's riding a two wheeled bike, she's ALMOST swimming, she's reading light years ahead of where she was last year, and now this....

Little girl is growing up!!!