Reagan is a GIRL child. Why is this so hard for people to grasp?
Before I even held my precious DAUGHTER in my arms, I had to defend her gender. Our guide said (as they were bringing her to us), "Oh, a boy! He's adorable!" Now, Reagan's nannies had dressed her in a hot pink tank top, flower-covered shorts and lacy pale blue socks for the occasion. Boy, indeed.
Then in the elevator one of our AWAA families commented on how cute HE was. At the doctor's office, with Reagan completely dolled up in pink and purple stripes, a man asked "What is it? A boy or a girl?" Good grief. (And also, for the record, the correct way to phrase that question is "Is your baby a little girl or a little boy?" 'It' is not a pronoun used for children!
So if any of you have been confused, Reagan is a girl, a female, a young lady. I'm a bit tense this morning in case you can't tell. The Fed Ex man just described my beautiful princess as "handsome."
Sigh. Time to take her out of the green outfit and put her in yet another PINK affair. Perhaps if I glued bows in her hair?
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Lions and Tigers and Bears
Oh, my. We took Reagan to the Topeka Zoo on Sunday. It was the first real day of autumn and she borrowed a jean jacket from her good buddy, Jackson for the occasion. We had an excellent time and even got to see a lion cub who was so darn cute she rivaled our sweeties.
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Friday, September 7, 2007
Are there any perks with invisibility?
Reagan and I make our way about town several times a week but I've noticed a significant change in the general atmosphere surrounding these outings. Namely, the fact that I am now invisible.
We go to the library, a place I have worked with the same people for over five years. Immediately, Reagan is swooped down upon and carted off in a flurry of "isn't she cute?" and "look what a big girl you are." If I'm quiet, they honest to goodness would not notice I'm there. I firmly believe they think Reagan drove herself over to see them. If I speak, they look up, startled that someone else is in the room, so consumed are they by Princess Reagan.
At her well baby check up? Same scenario only replace librarians with nurses and even a doctor or two. I'm paying the bill. I'm holding her still while they dig around in her ears and listen to her heart. But I'm really not there at all.
Tonight the entire Farrar Wellman family trooped out to the store for a little pre-weekend shopping. The goal was to be quick because Danny had music rehearsal in Lawrence at 7:30 pm. No dilly dallying! However, Reagan held audience in at least eight aisles of the store and that really slowed us down. Invisible or not, we have to push the cart and gather items off the shelves. Danny was holding Reagan in his arms and a person we barely know held an entire conversation with Reagan without ever once looking at her father. Maybe she thinks Reagan is a ventriloquist, the way she keeps throwing her voice to answer questions. Maybe she thinks Reagan knows how to levitate. She certainly never glanced at Danny or in any way indicated that he was present.
When we pushed away a few minutes later, Danny made a comment about being invisible and I had to break it to my beloved that as far as I can tell our invisibility is directly connected to our precious daughter. If we keep her, we lose our identity as we knew it pre-Reagan and that's all there is to it. We've decided it's a fair trade because we love her madly and all that and maybe this new state of being (or not being as the case may be) will get us out of mortgage payments or dental exams. One can hope.
We go to the library, a place I have worked with the same people for over five years. Immediately, Reagan is swooped down upon and carted off in a flurry of "isn't she cute?" and "look what a big girl you are." If I'm quiet, they honest to goodness would not notice I'm there. I firmly believe they think Reagan drove herself over to see them. If I speak, they look up, startled that someone else is in the room, so consumed are they by Princess Reagan.
At her well baby check up? Same scenario only replace librarians with nurses and even a doctor or two. I'm paying the bill. I'm holding her still while they dig around in her ears and listen to her heart. But I'm really not there at all.
Tonight the entire Farrar Wellman family trooped out to the store for a little pre-weekend shopping. The goal was to be quick because Danny had music rehearsal in Lawrence at 7:30 pm. No dilly dallying! However, Reagan held audience in at least eight aisles of the store and that really slowed us down. Invisible or not, we have to push the cart and gather items off the shelves. Danny was holding Reagan in his arms and a person we barely know held an entire conversation with Reagan without ever once looking at her father. Maybe she thinks Reagan is a ventriloquist, the way she keeps throwing her voice to answer questions. Maybe she thinks Reagan knows how to levitate. She certainly never glanced at Danny or in any way indicated that he was present.
When we pushed away a few minutes later, Danny made a comment about being invisible and I had to break it to my beloved that as far as I can tell our invisibility is directly connected to our precious daughter. If we keep her, we lose our identity as we knew it pre-Reagan and that's all there is to it. We've decided it's a fair trade because we love her madly and all that and maybe this new state of being (or not being as the case may be) will get us out of mortgage payments or dental exams. One can hope.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Save Yourselves...
Ok, Reagan is still sleeping so if you hurry and only take what is absolutely necessary, you can make it.
Today Reagan stood all by herself with meaning. She's done the weeble wobble thing for a while now but today there was purpose and strength and it last more than 10 seconds and happened several times.
To add to the rising terror I feel radiating from you, my dear readers, Reagan climbed the stairs this afternoon. I stood behind her and offered a bit of encouragement so blame me if you must. The point is...
Reagan is getting closer to walking every day. Our world will never be the same. Danny and I are in this for the long haul. We signed up for this gig. You are an innocent observer. I say run for it.
Today Reagan stood all by herself with meaning. She's done the weeble wobble thing for a while now but today there was purpose and strength and it last more than 10 seconds and happened several times.
To add to the rising terror I feel radiating from you, my dear readers, Reagan climbed the stairs this afternoon. I stood behind her and offered a bit of encouragement so blame me if you must. The point is...
Reagan is getting closer to walking every day. Our world will never be the same. Danny and I are in this for the long haul. We signed up for this gig. You are an innocent observer. I say run for it.
Sunday, September 2, 2007
One Year Portraits
We took Reagan to a Sears Portrait Studio in Topeka yesterday morning. Jenn went along as pack mule and baby entertainer extraordinaire. Thanks, Jenn!! We've decided Reagan doesn't really like to be told when to smile or be happy or "look this way." Reagan's more of a free spirit, an independent. We did capture several adorable shots because she can't help but be cute even when she's trying to avoid it on principle.
The quilt behind Reagan in some of the shots is the 100 Good Wishes Quilt our friends and family created for us. It's so beautiful and we'll hang it on Reagan's bedroom wall now.
In the other pictures Reagan is wearing a little piece of her birth country. We bought this gorgeous (red, of course!) traditional Chinese dress while in Guangzhou. It's a little big on her but at her 18-month pictures I bet it fits perfectly.
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The quilt behind Reagan in some of the shots is the 100 Good Wishes Quilt our friends and family created for us. It's so beautiful and we'll hang it on Reagan's bedroom wall now.
In the other pictures Reagan is wearing a little piece of her birth country. We bought this gorgeous (red, of course!) traditional Chinese dress while in Guangzhou. It's a little big on her but at her 18-month pictures I bet it fits perfectly.
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