Lessons from daddy

Reagan is sitting on my lap and I feel a little rumble on my leg.

Me: "Reagan did you toot?"

Reagan: "No... I fart."

Enough said.....

A Not So Happy Halloween

We were all set for Halloween... I had ordered the kids cute little pumpkins with their names embroidered on them... our costumes were set (Brody: a Monkey, Reagan: a Ladybug or a UGA cheerleader, whichever she felt like the night of and Mommy: a kitty cat) I had been working with Reagan to say Trick or Treat...everything was in place, except on thing... Reagan wasnt having ANY of it.

We had gone to Charlotte to spend Halloween with my mom sister and nephew because Stephen was headed down to the GA/FL game with my step-dad. Megan and I were so excited the kids would get to spend halloween together this year. Well somewhere between Monkey Joes in the morning and the park in the afternoon Reagan got in a funk and woke up from her nap in a awful mood. She normally wakes up happy but of all days to wake up grumpy...

She was not interested in putting on her costume at all...either one (she was originally going to be a cheerleader but she found her Ladybug costume from last year in the halloween box and had been wearing it constantly since so I decided to take both and let her choose that night. Her choice: nothing at all...not even her clothes, she was running around in her diaper pitching a fit about anything and everything. So... I left her at the house with my mom, whose patience with her was much better than mine, and took Brody out in his ADORABLE monkey costume. We just went to a few houses mostly to just show him off a little. When I came home Reagan was in a great mood but still not interested in putting on her costume or going Trick or Treating... she was helping my mom hand out candy and that was perfectly fine with her.

Good thing I didnt have to high of expectations for this Hallowen huh?

There's a dinasour in my house

Not really...its just Brody but I couldn't resist this adorable hat!!!

There is Hope

Its no doubt that my kids were born looking just like their daddy (Reagan especially) but the last few times my mom has come to visit she keeps telling me that Reagan reminds her a lot of me at that age. So I went digging and found this old picture (the top one) and thought I could see what my mom might be talking about. Not exactly the same but there are more similarities than I thought. Then there is Brody... he didnt come out looking as much like Stephen as Reagan did but he didnt look just like me either so we werent sure who he was going to look like. Recently though people have been saying that he looks like Stephen so I figured once again I would have another child that doesnt look a thing like me. Even complete strangers at the grocery store will look at Reagan and say "She must look like her daddy because she doesnt look a thing like you." Sure...rub salt in the wound a little more. Dont get me wrong, I think Stephen is a good looking man its just that I had a part in making them too and with the way everyone acts you would think I didnt. I guess I will just keep hanging onto the hope that oneday, one of them might look a little like me. =) The top one is Brody (obviously) at3 1/2 months and the bottom one is me (I am not sure how old I was...maybe a few months.)

Six Months

I cannot believe that my little man is 6 months old today. The time has gone by so fast. It seems like such a short time ago that he was still in my tummy and now he is sitting up and rolling over, he has two teeth and is cutting four more and I am sure before I know it he will be crawling. He is a big boy...weighing almost 20lbs he certainly has the makings of a football player (wont Stephen be proud). He is eating 3 meals a day of solid food and is quickly loesing interest in his bottle. He likes all fruit and most vegatables that arent green. Peas and green beans did not go over so well. He is starting to like cheerios and small things that he can gum down. He hates a paci but loves his blanket. His motor skills are really improving and he is really grabbing onto everything he can get his hands on...his favorite being hair. =) He loves his exersaucer and runs laps around it (it is one of the ones that has wheels and a seat attached and he can move 360 degrees around this little activity table). He is happy ALL the time. He has such a relaxed disposition (that must come from his daddy), he just goes with the flow of things. He likes being outside and swinging. He loves to watch Reagan do anything and she adores him. He loves attention from anyone who will give it to him...he smiles at strangers in the store if they talk to him. He is not a snuggly baby...he puts himself to sleep, doesnt really like to be rocked except on a rare occasion in which I take full advantage of and snuggle him long after he has fallen asleep.

He is such a sweet baby and we are so blessed to have him as part of our family. God has truly blessed our family and not one day goes by that I dont look at both my children and realize how lucky I am. I love being a mom...its what I always wanted to be. It is my dream job and allthough it isnt very glamorous it is so rewarding and I wouldnt change it for anything.

An Obsession is an Understatement

I must begin this post by telling you that Reagan is a woman who knows what she wants...there is no changing her mind once it is made up. She comes by it honestly but a perfect example of this was a trip to the toystore. I will let Reagan look at the toys in Target or Walmart after I have gotten the things that I need and if she was well-behaved. Sometimes I let her get something but she always gets to look. (Hey... it kills time out of the day and lets me know what she is interested in at the time). Stephen, however, is a huge sucker at the toystore. This particular trip that I am about talk about was at the request of Reagan to Stephen (she looked right at him and said "Toystore?" and therefore she basically gets whatever she wants because well... like I have said before, he cant say no to her. When we walked in she did her usual routine of walking around, showing us stuff, looking at a little of everything. Then she goes over and plays in the little Powerwheels cars and looks at the bikes (I know...it sad that she has a routine at the toystore). She walks by all the kitchens and up and down all the aisles of little girl toys and after what seems like forever she get to the baby aisle. Its all over from there. There is no convincing her to go to any other aisle at that point. She wants to hold them all, touch them all, kiss them and then she wants to buy one. It doesnt matter that she has a ton at home, she wants a new one. She carefully picks one, I have tried to get her to like a cuter one or one that does something like cry or wet its diaper but no...it is always the one she wants and that is it. And so without further ado...here is a very picture-heavy look at this obsession that Reagan has.




Here is Reagan with all (or most of ) her babies. She doesnt normally lay them all out like this, they are usually scattered all over the house but for the sake of this blog entry I gathered them all together for a "family picture"
These are ones that cost $2 at Target and for some reason we have ended up with multiples of all of them. For some reason she likes to take off all their clothes so they are usually naked.


This is Reagans very first baby. I bought it for her when we found out I was pregnant with Brody to help teach her about babies. It is pretty ratty and dirty but I think it is still her favorite
This is Reagan feeding her baby...whenever I feed Brody she has to get a baby and feed hers. She always get a blanket to ley them on b/c she has seen me do that with Brody's birp cloths.

This is her Bitty Baby that my mom gave her for her birthday. I like this one because it is an American Girl doll and I had this same doll as a child. It also has a ton of really cute stuff that you can buy for it (not that Reagan cares about any of that but I can live vicariously through her right)

These are the babies that make noises. They giggle and cry and the one on the right even moves its arms. A little creepy if you ask me.
These are her twin babies that usually acompany her to bed, They are soft and the best part about them...they can go in the washing machine.
These babies fill up with water so they "feel like real babies." Who knows where their clothes are but they typically go in the bathtub with her. Again they are naked (she has just started doing this lately, I dont know if its because she is learning how to take off and put on clothes) but I hate when we go to the store and she wants to bring a baby with no clothes. =)
This weird looking baby is her favorite baby to feed because the bottles actually fit in her mouth.

And how do we feed all these babies you ask?

With all of these bottles of course. =)




I know, I know, its a little out of control around here with the babies but she loves them and I love that she already has a little of that maternal instinct. The funny thing about all these babies...they dont have names. They are all just "baby". So imagine the problems we run into when I load her into the car and she say "I want baby please."

The Pumpkin Patch

Last year we started a tradition of going to Burts Pumkin Patch to get our pumpkins. It is a drive from our house but it is so cool! I have never seen so many pumpkins in so many sizes. They have pumpkins that were bigger than Reagan. She ran all over the place and thought the "big pumpkins" as she kept saying, were really cool. We let her pick the pumpkins, one that was the daddy pumpkin (which happens to be one of the huge ones) one is the mommy pumpkin and then there is a Reagee pumpkin and a Body pumpkin. And then we had to get several little baby pumpkins (the ones that fit in the palm of your hand). It was fun to spend time together and watch Reagan really start to understand and experience the holidays. Now I am just going to have to figure out who I can get to clean out that massive pumpkin before we carve it.