We finally uploaded some new pictures to flickr.
Check them out!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/84389878@N00/
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Preview of Coming Attractions...
We actually do still take pictures of Reagan. We've just been lazy about posting them on Flickr. Last night we started the process of sorting through them and I thought I'd share some of my favorites here...
Monday, October 27, 2008
Little Dipper
Reagan is a dipper, have I told you this?
She dips everything from goldfish to chips to crackers to cheese slices to pizza to her stubby, little fingers.
Her dips of choice are salsa and ranch dressing but she’ll settle for bbq or marinara sauce if she’s desperate.
What’s worse is that Reagan can be, if left unsupervised (and by unsupervised I mean we glance at our own plates for three seconds now and then) a double dipper. I know it’s gross. Probably your kids are above it but mine feels that one chip can be dipped at least half a dozen times. The chip is literally bending with sogginess from multiple dippings and she’ll dip again, completely unfazed.
If there is even the slightest bit of dip left in her bowl and she’s run out of dipping material, Reagan swipes her fingers around and around until the bowl gleams as though fresh from the dishwasher. This trick often leads to “dip mouth” which means she has a ring of the evening’s selected sauce all around her lips. She then attempts to stretch her tongue this way and that and chase the dip around until it’s all been secured away in her mouth.
Waste not, want not, I suppose. And the dipping continues….
She dips everything from goldfish to chips to crackers to cheese slices to pizza to her stubby, little fingers.
Her dips of choice are salsa and ranch dressing but she’ll settle for bbq or marinara sauce if she’s desperate.
What’s worse is that Reagan can be, if left unsupervised (and by unsupervised I mean we glance at our own plates for three seconds now and then) a double dipper. I know it’s gross. Probably your kids are above it but mine feels that one chip can be dipped at least half a dozen times. The chip is literally bending with sogginess from multiple dippings and she’ll dip again, completely unfazed.
If there is even the slightest bit of dip left in her bowl and she’s run out of dipping material, Reagan swipes her fingers around and around until the bowl gleams as though fresh from the dishwasher. This trick often leads to “dip mouth” which means she has a ring of the evening’s selected sauce all around her lips. She then attempts to stretch her tongue this way and that and chase the dip around until it’s all been secured away in her mouth.
Waste not, want not, I suppose. And the dipping continues….
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Lure of the Older Man...
Reagan has often mistakenly called our friend, Jenn, her husband's name--Matt. We correct her, she gives us her "that's what I said" look and life goes on until 20 minutes later when she runs to Jenn with open arms crying, "Matt!"
So today when Reagan kept pointing at pictures and sighing with pleasure..."Matt," I thought nothing of it. She was obviously seeing Jenn in those pictures and was confused, as usual. I started paying attention when she began blowing kisses to the photos...and when I realized Jenn wasn't in them. We have approximately 987 images of the Haraders in our house. They're exceptionally important to us and have been part of many photo-worthy moments in our lives. However, the shots my daughter is most interested in today are those with Matt sans Jenn.
Then we drew some pictures and whenever we do this Reagan asks me to write names. She always, always, ALWAYS asks for Jackson's name first but today she asked for Matt's name before all others.
At lunch she named her tator tots. Guess who's name came up first?
Just now I broke it to her as gently as I could.
"Reagan, I think Matt is great, too. Yes, he's smart and handsome both. Umm...but, Sweetie? He's also happily married and there is a slight age difference between the two of you."
Reagan stared at me, smiled and nodded her head, toddling off laden with two purses, a baby and a red hat. Not even 30 seconds later I heard her in her room singing a song, "Matt, Matt, Mattttt...."
So today when Reagan kept pointing at pictures and sighing with pleasure..."Matt," I thought nothing of it. She was obviously seeing Jenn in those pictures and was confused, as usual. I started paying attention when she began blowing kisses to the photos...and when I realized Jenn wasn't in them. We have approximately 987 images of the Haraders in our house. They're exceptionally important to us and have been part of many photo-worthy moments in our lives. However, the shots my daughter is most interested in today are those with Matt sans Jenn.
Then we drew some pictures and whenever we do this Reagan asks me to write names. She always, always, ALWAYS asks for Jackson's name first but today she asked for Matt's name before all others.
At lunch she named her tator tots. Guess who's name came up first?
Just now I broke it to her as gently as I could.
"Reagan, I think Matt is great, too. Yes, he's smart and handsome both. Umm...but, Sweetie? He's also happily married and there is a slight age difference between the two of you."
Reagan stared at me, smiled and nodded her head, toddling off laden with two purses, a baby and a red hat. Not even 30 seconds later I heard her in her room singing a song, "Matt, Matt, Mattttt...."
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