Letter to Santa

Little Miss was preparing for her annual visit to Santa during the Chassell Hometown Christmas celebration.  Her letter to Santa was... interesting.  Amongst the extremely expensive gadgets she is requesting ("It's okay Mom, because it doesn't cost Santa anything to make them!"), she is also requesting a "mother that plays with her".  Uhhhhh…. ummmm.  OK.  She's serving up guilt for Christmas.

A Quilt from Grandma

Grandma Betty slaved for months to make Reagan her ultimate dream quilt for her new bedroom.  All her favorite colors.  Decorated with flowers.  Lined with soft, fuzziness on the inside.  It is beautiful.  What a lucky girl!

10 Year old Stats

Reagan's 10  year well-child visit was today, so I'm recording her stats for all posterity.

Weight: 56.6 pounds (7th%)
Height: 53.75" (41st%)
BMI: 3.24%

She is healthy, wealthy, and wise.  First report card of the 4th grade, all A's.  Student council Vice President.  Involved in Lego League, choir, soccer, Little Flowers.  Braces to be removed in two weeks.

10 years old looks good on her.  How we love this little girl!

Art

Here, for your viewing pleasure, a sample of Reagan's artwork over the past three years, as archived at school.

Techie

Mom: "Reagan, please clean up the mess at the bottom of the stairs."
Reagan (in an announcer voice): "Do YOU or a loved one suffer from outdatedness?  If so, please call 1-800-GET-WITH-IT  and see how we can help".
Mom: "What's THAT supposed to mean???"
Reagan: "A robot should be doing all of this.  We are very behind the times.  We don't even have a ROOMBA!!!"

I think she's been immersed in Lego League robotics a bit too much lately.

Heritage

Reagan wrote this piece for Heritage Days at school.  I must admit, it made me tear up.  So cool to be descended from bona fide pioneers.  

From "Illustrated History of the State of Washington", 1894

I'm NOT READY!

My darling little bitty baby girl sat next to me on the bed as I was getting dressed the other morning, and she said the following:

Reagan: "Mom.  Most of the girls in my classes are wearing bras now."

This took me by surprise, and I didn't know what to say at first.

Mom: "Well, I don't think you need one just yet."

Reagan: "But why do THEY wear them?"

Mom: "Because their chests are starting to grow.  Yours isn't yet."

Reagan: "And most of the girls in my class have been getting 'the talk'.  Why haven't I been given 'the talk'?"

Mom: "Do you WANT 'the talk'?"

Reagan: "Well, I don't know. I'm a year older than everyone else in my class.  I'm almost 10.  But if it grosses me out, I don't want it."

Mom: "OK.  Good.  Because I'm not ready.  Let's revisit this when we're both ready."

I can't handle any more puberty in the house than what we're currently experiencing with two young men!  PLEASE, let's wait on this a bit!!  Why can't we do this the way MY parents did which was throw a book on my bed when I was fifteen whose title was "Now That You're Twelve"???