Her First Real Haircut

I have trimmed the ends of Reagan's hair over the years, but that's it.  She's never had a real hair cut.  Lucky girl, her hair is like mine... thin and brittle.  So there's no need to cut it.  After a certain length, it just breaks off on it's own.  The only maintenance for these first 11 years of Reagan's life have been to even out the ends now and then.

Well, today, she went radically different.  Rob took her to an actual salon, and she had an actual stylist - who is not her mother - actually cut her hair.  ALOT.  She donated it to "Locks of Love", which is super cool.  Hopefully there's another little girl out there who will appreciate being a brunette.

Super, super cute.  Now I want my hair cut like hers!!

This Girl

I love reading what's going inside Reagan's head.

The Contract

Rob better read the fine print on this one before he signs his name 9 times.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Pets

Tonight in the sauna, Rob was visited by this little guy:

He promptly christened him "Walter", and Reagan was estatic.

"Mom, can we keep him?" cries she.

"Keep who?" asks I.

"WALTER!"

"You know Walter is a weasel, right?  Not a ferret?"

"So?  He's just like a ferret!  Can we keep him?"

"NO." says I.

"You never like to try anything new and fun."

"Weasels are not pets.  They will eat our cat."

"No they won't.  We can at least feed him, so he makes it through the winter."

"What are you going to feed a weasel?  They eat chickens and mice and rabbits, and they'll eat our cat if they get a chance."

"No he won't!  We need to feed him!"

"Then you find out what to feed him."

Reagan googled... and look dismayed.  Then her eyes lit up, and she typed in another search.

"No what are you looking for?" asks I.

"What to feed a vegetarian weasel!"  

HAHAHAHAHAHHA.  Good luck with that, little girl!

They grow up so fast!!

11 Year Old Stats

Little miss is growing like a weed.  At age 11, she got straight A's for her first quarter of 5th grade.  Weight is 60.2 pounds (4th% - she's gained just over 3 pounds this past year). Height is 56.75" (50th% - gained 3 inches this past year!).  BMI has taken a severe plummet south, as little girl has grown substantially up, without the accompanying growing out.  It's now 13.14, which puts her in the .38th%.  That's POINT 38.  Not 38.  But, she eats well, and is healthy, and has never been much in terms of BMI anyway, so I'm not concerned.  It will catch up to her, I am assured.  I was built just like her as a kid, and look at my robust BMI now ;).

We were thinking this would be just a standard well-child visit, going to the doctor yesterday, but when I mentioned that she happened to have a fever on Monday, and a sore throat today, the doctor took a look-see, and found... dum dum DUM.... Hand/Foot/Mouth disease.  YUCK.  Sure enough. Bright red throat filled with blisters, and if I would've looked more carefully before the appointment, I would've noticed the rash on her hands, feet, and chin.  Yuck yuck yuck.  Poor thing.  So, good thing we had a well-child scheduled for this day anyway.  I kept her home from school, and maybe it stopped the spread of the gunk just a bit at Houghton Elementary (I doubt it, but maybe).

Overall, though, little girl is healthy, growing, and taking on age 11 by storm!!

YAY REAGAN!!

More Reagan!