I have 3,000 things to do on the computer this morning from email answering to calendar updating to some writing. Usually when I attempt to do this while Reagan is conscious, I'm stuck with a squirmy toddler balancing on my lap while I try to write. She wiggles and reaches for pens (and then writes on herself), pounds the keyboard, knocks things over, scolds the cat for being on the desk and is basically a deterrent to all things I'm trying to accomplish.
Today I wised up.
I moved her high chair in here beside me. I've been on the computer a full 45-minutes of productiveness while Reagan plays beside me. She's colored (on paper!), brushed her hair and most recently, dealt with her baby's stinky diaper.
Let me back up.
When Reagan makes a super fun diaper for us to change we say, "Reagan, do you have a stinky diaper?" knowing full well that she does. I mean, you don't ask that if you can't already smell the results of whatever she's produced in her pants. So then all the way to her room we discuss the stink and often I wave my hand in front of my face and say, "stinky" and call her a skunk and other endearing terms inspired by odorous creatures.
Just now Reagan pulled her baby's clothes off (one of her latest and most beloved tricks) and then starting squealing, "Tinky! Tinky!" at me at full volume. I turned to see her waving her hand in front of her nose, pointing with her other hand at her baby's bottom! She even let out her version of "pee-ew." Apparently, all those cups of air that Baby drinks have finally resulted in a stinky diaper!
I got one of Reagan's diapers from her room and she promptly changed her baby's offensive hiney into a fresh diaper while I took pictures of the whole situation. You'll be glad to know that Baby is no longer stinky, Reagan isn't either and the cat and I are doing ok, as well.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Cheek Kissing
Reagan has discovered cheeks...the ones on her face. Danny started requesting kisses on his cheek by pointing at the exact spot where he wanted her to lay one on him. So now she does it, too.
"Teek. Teek." Then she points at her cheek and tilts her head up expectantly.
Not only is it darn cute (of course we think everything but the temper tantrums is pretty fabulously cute) but it also lessens the gooshy, gooey, slobbery kisses I've written about in the past.
This is kissing with less moisture and I gotta say, I like it.
Of course this leads me to a few questions (doesn't everything lead me to a few questions?). Will Reagan grow up to be one of those fake, cheek kissers? Will she lean forward and kiss the air around the cheeks of people she barely knows? Would it be better to leave her kissing with animal cracker drool oozing from the sides of her mouth?
Oh, the worries of parenthood are never ending, I swear.
"Teek. Teek." Then she points at her cheek and tilts her head up expectantly.
Not only is it darn cute (of course we think everything but the temper tantrums is pretty fabulously cute) but it also lessens the gooshy, gooey, slobbery kisses I've written about in the past.
This is kissing with less moisture and I gotta say, I like it.
Of course this leads me to a few questions (doesn't everything lead me to a few questions?). Will Reagan grow up to be one of those fake, cheek kissers? Will she lean forward and kiss the air around the cheeks of people she barely knows? Would it be better to leave her kissing with animal cracker drool oozing from the sides of her mouth?
Oh, the worries of parenthood are never ending, I swear.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Jen and Eric have Noelle!!!
Our good friends, Jen and Eric have Noelle now!
Go see their blog for pictures of a darn good-looking kiddo! :)
Congratulations, Johnson Family!!
http://johnsonfamilyadoption.blogspot.com/
Go see their blog for pictures of a darn good-looking kiddo! :)
Congratulations, Johnson Family!!
http://johnsonfamilyadoption.blogspot.com/
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Our Little Diva..
Reagan is now 18 months old and to commemorate the occasion, we visited Portrait Innovations to see what they offer by way of service and photo quality. Our favorite photographer is Chris Massey but we can't always afford him. We weren't thrilled with Sears when we went back in September and we'd heard good things about Portrait Innovations so...now you're up to date.
The only appointment they had left for Saturday (the only day we could go) was 8am. Ick. But Reagan chose this morning to wake up VERY early so it all worked out. We loved our photographer who was patient and took her time and let Reagan wander around. We got to change clothes and change backgrounds and...we walked away with the photos TODAY.
All in all, it was a much better experience than Sears and we paid less and got more. Rock on!!
Now, without further ado..
http://www.flickr.com/photos/84389878@N00/?saved=1
The only appointment they had left for Saturday (the only day we could go) was 8am. Ick. But Reagan chose this morning to wake up VERY early so it all worked out. We loved our photographer who was patient and took her time and let Reagan wander around. We got to change clothes and change backgrounds and...we walked away with the photos TODAY.
All in all, it was a much better experience than Sears and we paid less and got more. Rock on!!
Now, without further ado..
http://www.flickr.com/photos/84389878@N00/?saved=1
Monday, March 3, 2008
Splish, Splash I was washing my hair...
A few mornings ago I washed my hair in our bathroom sink. Reagan played around my feet and carried socks and underwear out of the laundry to sprinkle around the room. Usual stuff.
When I was done, I wrapped my hair up in my big, towel turban and went to find my toddler who'd been quiet far too long. I stepped across the hall into what can only be described as a commercial for Oceans of Fun.
Reagan, little mimic that she is, decided to wash her hair. Her sink? My little mechanic took a part her room's humidifier. She leaned over the bowl of water and dipped her hand in it to then pour the water on her head. She'd been at it for some time because her entire upper body was basically soaked through. She hummed a little bit to herself (just as I'd been doing) while she splish splashed and washed her hair in leftover humidifier drainage.
Obviously, I freaked out. You know me.
I came up behind her and such was her concentration, she didn't notice my arrival. I screeched, "REAGAN!" and this made her throw her hands (and a bunch of water) into the air. She screamed and ran (please note, if she wants your toy, she'll fight you. If she's frightened, she prefers the flight method).
Reagan galloped screaming (with terror and guilt) down the hall, water falling in great, big drops all over my floor. I tore after her but had to stop halfway out of her room because it's hard to run when you're doubled over in laughter.
I couldn't help myself. I was in hysterics. It was like being in junior high all over again. I was sitting in church like a good, little girl and the instant the pastor started to pray, I got the giggles. It was uncontrollable though I tried to cover it up with fake coughs. The same thing happened the other day. I knew it was naughty. She'd made a huge mess but dang it, Reagan is a hoot!
So I pointed my finger and I struggled through a little lecture but Reagan could see my lip curling and my eyes watering and pretty soon she was laughing too and then we collapsed on the floor in one big puddle and hugged and snickered a bit more.
I can see that discipline isn't going to be my forte. I can also see that Reagan is crafty and good with her hands. Plus she has a serious devotion to personal hygiene and who can fault her for that?
When I was done, I wrapped my hair up in my big, towel turban and went to find my toddler who'd been quiet far too long. I stepped across the hall into what can only be described as a commercial for Oceans of Fun.
Reagan, little mimic that she is, decided to wash her hair. Her sink? My little mechanic took a part her room's humidifier. She leaned over the bowl of water and dipped her hand in it to then pour the water on her head. She'd been at it for some time because her entire upper body was basically soaked through. She hummed a little bit to herself (just as I'd been doing) while she splish splashed and washed her hair in leftover humidifier drainage.
Obviously, I freaked out. You know me.
I came up behind her and such was her concentration, she didn't notice my arrival. I screeched, "REAGAN!" and this made her throw her hands (and a bunch of water) into the air. She screamed and ran (please note, if she wants your toy, she'll fight you. If she's frightened, she prefers the flight method).
Reagan galloped screaming (with terror and guilt) down the hall, water falling in great, big drops all over my floor. I tore after her but had to stop halfway out of her room because it's hard to run when you're doubled over in laughter.
I couldn't help myself. I was in hysterics. It was like being in junior high all over again. I was sitting in church like a good, little girl and the instant the pastor started to pray, I got the giggles. It was uncontrollable though I tried to cover it up with fake coughs. The same thing happened the other day. I knew it was naughty. She'd made a huge mess but dang it, Reagan is a hoot!
So I pointed my finger and I struggled through a little lecture but Reagan could see my lip curling and my eyes watering and pretty soon she was laughing too and then we collapsed on the floor in one big puddle and hugged and snickered a bit more.
I can see that discipline isn't going to be my forte. I can also see that Reagan is crafty and good with her hands. Plus she has a serious devotion to personal hygiene and who can fault her for that?
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