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!!! 

Heritage Wear

This is the flower-girl dress that my Aunt Pat made for her daughter Teri to wear at my Aunt Mary's wedding over 50 years ago.  It's still as cute today as it was then!! 

 

Overheard:

Dad:  "This going to bed late and getting up late has got to end.  We're all still on Pacific time from our trip."

Mom: "Well, not me.  I'm the only one in this house who has to still get up at the crack of dawn."

Reagan: "What's a Crackadon?"

(pause as I register what she's saying)

Mom: "You know.  Those extinct dinosaurs that were always the first ones up in the morning to go to work."

Ba-dump-DUMP.

A Rite of Passage

There's this unspoken rule, that all little girls shall own an Easybake Oven at some point in their lives.  That day was yesterday for Reagan, who found her dream toy at the consignment shop.  And she fell in love.  She HAD to have it.  But it was $10, and she only had $3, if she used her gold coin from the tooth-fairy and a whole lot of nickels.  The lady at the checkout counter remembered the unspoken rule, though.  "Oh, how I loved my Easybake Oven growing up", and charged a whopping $3 for the thing, because that's what Reagan had.  She even calculated tax (actually ringing up $2.82 cents, so it would come out to exactly $3).  That was very kind, and Reagan was so excited (and still is) that she cannot stop talking about her oven and all the things she will make.  Her inaugural recipe was blueberry turn-overs for her and Colby.  And they turned out pretty dang good!