Today Reagan got a nasty bug bite while outside and despite the fact that I slathered it with hydro cortisone, she still complained of the itch. I finally took her shirt clean off and put her in her high chair for lunch with only her jeans on.
I made her a peanut butter sandwich, found some grapes and milk and plopped the food in front of my "Itchy, Mommy. Ow. Itchy" child.
Then I left the kitchen, walked down the hall and slid out of my flip flops. I put my wedding ring and watch on my dresser, pivoted and returned to the kitchen. I was gone maybe 30 seconds.
Meanwhile back at the ranch, Reagan had turned her sandwich peanut butter side out and SMEARED it across her chest and tummy region. She'd also applied the PB lotion to the outsides and palms of her hands as well as her cheeks.
I literally checked the clock to make sure the bedroom wasn't in some sort of time warp and I'd actually left her alone for an hour instead of mere seconds. Nope. The clock confirmed my suspicions--Reagan lives to blow my mind.
As true testament to how much I've grown accustomed to the general disaster a toddler creates, I sat down and ate my lunch. Reagan finished her meal and then I tackled the cleaning process.
After laboring over her skin, I pulled her out of the chair only to discover that her jeans and the chair's straps were completely covered in goo, as well. Please note, there just wasn't that much PB on the sandwich to begin with; I believe it grew in size and stickiness somehow though I've yet to solve that mystery. I'll let you know if I do.
I carried my beloved angel at arm's length down the hall to her room. The whole time she's jabbering about her baby, the weather, offshore drilling options and when she'll see Jackson next. Not a word about the fact that she's a peanut butter-covered wiggle worm.
I'm pulling off her sticky jeans when it dawns on her. She said, "Hmmm....me messy."
Ya think?!
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Maybe Reagan has discovered a new use for PB like that father used windex in the Greek wedding movie!
Mama
Lisa,
Just read your message on Eric and Jen's blog. I also am excited for the opportunities for them but I've been very selfish about their leaving. Their empty house sits across the street from us, I thought I was getting used to the idea but have discovered if I think about them at all, I get teary again. I am missing them and that precious little girl! I know we'll stay in touch but it just isn't the same as visiting on the porch or taking a walk, etc. Also, I enjoy your blog - we think Reagan is adorable! We met your family at Jen's shower right before Noelle got home and I've been hooked on your blog ever since. Thanks for the Johnson update. I've been going to call to check on them but was waiting a little while. We (my daughter and I) watched Eric pull out of their driveway in the u-haul, pulling their car behind it, at about 1:30 a.m. last Wed. and we were sad again and knew it was final and they were really gone. (even though I told them if it doesn't work out, they can always move back! They have a house here!
Sharon
shrnitly@yahoo.com
Oh, Sharon! I know. When I hear Jen's voice on the phone, I swear I can tell she's farther away than Missouri. Thanks for your sweet words about Reagan Ru. She's our heaven-sent baby girl and we sincerely pray she and Noelle will be lifelong friends...despite the difference. We're determined to stay in touch with the Johnsons!
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