Keeper of the Keys

Some of you may recall that the very first toy Danny and I gave our little Reagan Ru was a set of brightly-colored, plastic keys. They're in all the pictures from our first moments together. She was immediately attached to them and we now own two sets of those keys so we always have them with us in the house and on the go.

She's interested in keys in general, not just the rainbow-colored ones. Reagan finds keys wherever we leave them and hauls them all over the place.

Every day when we get home, I balance baby, purse, sometimes a diaper bag, often one shoe she's managed to remove in the three minute drive home, a water bottle, a book or two (I'm a librarian, after all) and...my keys. I began handing Reagan the keys soon after we got her because then I know where they are. We approach the door, I say, "Keys, please" and my kid hands 'em over. It's a swell system.

Well, the other day I realized that without fail, Reagan hands me the house key, separated from the rest of the bunch. She sorts through two car keys, a library key, a key fob, a "Who's your daddy" key chain with Darth Vader on it and a cheerleader key chain from the early 90s--to hand me the house key. She never messes up. I have no idea how long this has been going on. I don't know when she started it, how she figured it out or anything. She just knows which key I need and she hands me that one and lets the other stuff dingle dangle.

My kid, keeper of the keys.

Reagan and the laundry

We've taught Reagan the most wonderful trick. When we strip off our clothes, she runs to the pile and meticulously carries each piece (usually one at a time) to the laundry basket in my closet. This is a beautiful thing.

Of course, she also pulls damp washcloths out of the dirty clothes basket and then proceeds to wipe her face with them. And maybe now and then she takes stinky diapers and tosses them into her bedroom hamper... but we're choosing to celebrate the little joys of life rather than focus on the great, big ICKS of parenthood.

Baby steps.

Easter pics and more...

We finally found time to update our Flickr account! You'll find Easter pictures of our little Bunny along with Reagan diapering her baby, dressing up in a red hat and sporting sunglasses, a diaper and not much else. Hope you enjoy these!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/84389878@N00/?saved=1

Impossible to Believe...

The first time we saw this face was April 3, 2007.
One entire year ago.
What sweet perfection!
What a blessed, joyful gift!
We love you, Reagan RuXian!

Hair Confusion

I got my hair cut today.
I've attempted for over a year to have long hair but I've given up. Long hair makes my already long face even longer and more horse-like and with my great big teeth, the only thing missing is a saddle, I swear.

So I've returned to my classic bob and am quite pleased with the results. Most everyone else has complimented me as well. Everyone but Reagan, that is.

When I picked Reagan up, she flew to me as usual but then started in with the "uh-ohs" loud and clear. She felt around on my head and her eyes were big with wonder. I think she imagined I lost my hair somewhere and we need to look for it.

All the way home, my observant daughter's voice murmured, "uh-oh" followed by "hair." I think she's quite concerned because even tonight when we put her to bed, she put her hands on my head and flipped my hair this way and that and said "uh-oh" softly just once more.