Gymnastics

Reagan and the boys are in Tramp and Tumbling, and the boys LOVE IT.  Reagan, however, has dreams of being in traditional gymnastics, where she's not the only girl in the class, and there's more use of all the other equipment.  Her coach let her give it a try last week - just to see....

Queen of Bitmoji

Reagan recently discovered  Bitmoji.  I have to admit, her avatar does look somewhat like her. 

Just now, she was rough-housing with her brothers and there was much too much screeching involved for this mama to tolerate. The children were unceremoniously separated, and  Reagan was banished to the basement.  I received several consecutive emails in response.  They are summarized below, in chronological order:

To Mom:

To Mom:  Can I come up now?

To: Mom

To Mom:

To: Mom.  Colby hurt me.

To: Mom

To: Mom.  Fact - Colby is mean.

To Mom:

To: Mom

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA

The Winterophile

Reagan loves snow.  She loves it.  After school when it snows, I can usually count on her being outside like this:

They Grow Up So Fast. A Montage.

Reagan and the Grand Hotel at 8 Years Old

A Gift for the Teacher

Reagan has been less than fully enthusiastic about school this year, for the first time.  She says this is because she has a very strict teacher, and she's used to warm and fuzzy.  But last night, I caught her making this gift for said teacher.  If Mrs. J. wasn't smiling before, I'm sure she'll be smiling now. 

The Negotiator

It's apple-picking season, and Little Miss and I were out doing it.  She was up in a tree, I was firmly on the ground.

Reagan: "Mom, how much will you pay me to pick these apples?"
Mom: "Well, yesterday I told you I would pay you $5 for a garbage bag full."
Reagan: "No.  I want to be paid by the apple."
Mom: "Fine.  I will pay you $.03 an apple."
Reagan: "No.  $.10 an apple."
Mom: "No, $.03.  You have to negotiate a better price."
Reagan: "What's negotiate mean?"
Mom: "It means to compromise in a way that we're both satisfied with.  I want to pay you 3 cents, you want 10 cents.  So you should find a price in between that I'm willing to pay."
Reagan: "We're both fine with 10 cents.  There.  Deal.  I win."

She's a tough negotiator.  I have to admit.  I was ready to say ZERO cents really quickly, but she was too cute and I caved.  Plus, I realized that she went for the biggest apples possible to fill her bag, which meant that $.10 an apple was actually cheaper than the $5 a bag I'd originally offered her.  See... a deal with both can live with!