Remember When...

• You had to hold a camera up to your face and look through the view finder
• You had to wait until you took 24 pictures, took the film to the store to get it developed, and had to wait several days before you got the pictures back to actually see how they turned out
• Your primary phone number was your home number
• You used a home phone
• You used a phone to actually talk (with your voice) to another person on the other end of the line
• You got only 3 or 4 tv channels
• Summer was a time of stictly reruns from the fall season
• You had to sit through commercials
• You had to struggle to program your vcr to record a show that you would miss
• You used a card catalog at the library to find a book that you needed
• I used to blog...

For My Dad

Ever since we found out we were having a boy, my dad has found pleasure in telling me that one day I'll have to check my son's pockets before I wash his clothes. And that I'll be surprised, maybe even grossed out, at what I would find in there.

Well, that time has come. Reagan loves putting stuff into his pockets. Mostly it is his toys, but I do think I have seen him put a rock in there once or twice. I'm sure I will find more interesting things as the years pass.

My dad never prepared me for what happened tonight, though.

I was getting Reagan ready for bed, and he came back into the room after using the potty. When I looked at him, I noticed that his boy parts looked different. Kind of dirty. A bit gritty. I asked him what happened, and he said:

"Me and Grant were putting dirt down our undies today!! Ha ha ha! HA HA HA!!!"

That must have been the most fun thing that they did today because he was cracking up!

I just don't know what the fascination was...do they need to plant tomatoes down there or something? Why dirt? Why down the front of their undies??

I prefer things to go in his pockets.

Oh Spring, Why Must You Abuse Me So?

Because I'm enjoying a nice hour by myself I have no one to complain to.

Sorry, internet, but you happen to be available.

Right now I am one big itch. My eyes itch. My nose tickles. My legs are quite itchy. My back hates the feeling of my shirt. My sleeves feel too long on my arms, and they are bothered by it. My head tickles. And my throat and ears feel like there is a feather in them.

Allergies. I hate 'em.

New Baby

Some friends of ours just had a baby girl. Their second child. They have a son, and now they have a baby girl.

I told Reagan that Brody has a baby sister now. He said, "Why?". That is a hard question to answer. I asked him if he wants a sister. He said, "No." Discussion closed.

For 3 1/2 years of Reagan's life David and I have been very noncommital in if we're going to have another baby or not. For the past year it has been very close to "No, we're finished.". I have always said that I didn't know for sure because my older sister is 6 years older than I am. And I think of myself as being very much like my mom. So I have been waiting for that urge to come to have another baby as Reagan grew older.

Well, he's 4 1/2 and that urge just seems to get teeny tiny. I think Brody's little sister is going to be the test.

Sure, it would be fun to have a girl. But I must say that I am in love with having two boys (Reagan AND David). And I feel totally and completely complete with our threesome.

But I will say that Baby Clara has some pressure on her. She's my test. If I hold her and feel that Mommy Want, then maybe we'll change our minds.

But I'm not really counting on it.

Plus, Reagan seems to be perfectly content being the only one.

Podracing Goggles

Yeah, so Reagan has an obsession with Star Wars (and Spiderman, but that is a different post). I don't know how he even knew about Star Wars in the first place, but now we have seen every. single. episode PLUS the animated new one, The Clone Wars.

On a side note, I was kept awake in the early hours of Monday trying to figure out the timeline and when The Clone Wars took place. Because R4 (Obi Wan's droid) is in Episode 2 and in The Clone Wars. But I couldn't remember if R4 was destroyed in Ep. 2 or Ep. 3...and things weren't matching up if he had been destroyed in Ep. 2.

Good news--I Googled it, and found the answer that R4 was destroyed in Ep. 3...meaning that The Clone Wars comes in between 2 and 3. (Whew.) Pathetic, I know.

Back to Reagan's obsession... Well, in Episode 1-The Phantom Menace, young Anakin Skywalker competes in a podrace. Here's an image:

Neat, huh?

Tonight David and Reagan went outside to ride their bikes. However, they weren't bikes, I guess. They were riding podracers. And Reagan HAD to wear his podracing goggles. You know, to keep all the dirt out of his eyes as he flies across the desert racing all kinds of silly looking aliens. Like this one:

And here's my own podracer:

How do I accept that my son is a goofball. Is he going to be dressed as a Wookie or as Darth Vader waiting in line at the movie theater in a few years--10 days before the movie comes out--just to get tickets to it??

Please tell me "no".

Yet I'm the one who is awake at night debating the timeline of a very fictional movie because of a droid.

Goofball?? Yep!

Exact Artist

Reagan has been really into drawing Star Wars characters. Today he wanted to draw two of the characters that he actually has:

The final picture is of Darth Vader. Did you see his red light saber?

It's The Little Things

I realize that I'm writing this for myself. Since I haven't been blogging as regularly as I used to, I understand that my friends (readers) don't check my blog as often. And as I realize this, I also know and have always known that this blog is for me. So...

Tonight David took Reagan to HEB. It started to be a trip for just the immediate things we need--diet Coke and microwave pancakes. But it turned into a normal HEB trip when David asked me to make a list for food for the week.

Ok, that was part 1. David did the shopping. WITH Reagan. I stayed home. And yes, I did do laundry. But I was home alone. And all moms know the importance of that.

Part 2. They came home with roses. Roses! Roses for me! How wonderful for them to think about me in the middle of the HEB trip. Wow! That is all I can say. These 6 roses aren't just something pretty to look at. They truly mean something. They show me that even in a short shopping trip to the grocery store--an everyday event--I was thought of.

Thank you, David.

And here's the cute thing. About 30 minutes after they got home (and Reagan had

not even mentioned the roses), Reagan said, "Mommy, I got you two flowers." How sweet.





Can you see the Spiderman web stuck to the oven in the background? Yeah, that is my life right now. It revolves around Spiderman and Star Wars. Lightsabers and webs. Good guys and bad guys. Jealous?